Saturday, June 16, 2012

Ode to a Bedsock

The life of a bedsock is not very onerous.
It does the opposite whatever its owner does.
When you hit the hay its work must begin,
Together, usually, with its identical twin.
Bedsocks are harmless. Their idea of play
Is to wander about on a mattress all day.
So mind the Geneva Convention, fellows,
And never confine them under the pillows.

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