Thursday, April 17, 2014

Ode to a Lost Sock... NaPoWriMo, Day 17

Today, I did six loads of laundry (including folding and putting away), changed five beds, edited 20 000 words (or more), ran some errands, and wrote this poem... because socks deserve love, too.

Ode to a Lost Sock

Yesterday we were snuggled together,
Rolled up tight, two birds of a feather.
Oh, my mate, where have you gone?
I'm not sure my life can go on.

Already, I miss your shapely form,
You were so soft and toasty warm.
We've been apart for only a day,
I only wish you did not stray.

What shall I do? How will I survive?
Without your support, I cannot thrive.
For sure, we were the perfect pair,
When it comes to socks, there is no spare.