I’ve noticed, again, a small hole in my sock
And there’s something I don’t understand:
It puzzles me greatly, I’m baffled, and so
On this subject I now should expand.
I put the sock onto my left foot and see
That peeping out there’s my big-toe;
This makes me unhappy, because I am sure
That left there, the small hole it must grow.
To effect a solution is easy enough,
So I swap the sock o’er to my right,
Then the known laws of physics get twisted around,
I begin to lose trust in my sight.
I cannot believe what I see on my foot
It seems that the hole has reversed;
It’s moved to the left – to my other big-toe!
I now think my sock has been cursed.
I swap the sock back, and the hole moves again,
It’s creepy – what does it intend?
It’s back to the right, where it was in verse two,
I now think I’ve gone round the bend.
And so I surrender, it’s all got too much
Sock-holes move, and of that there’s no doubt;
I just wanted to warn you about it, and thought,
Like the toe, that I’d just point it out.
(Written Aug 2013)
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