Thursday, November 11, 2010

Ode to Fuzzy Pink Socks

Shake and shiver, tremble, huddle
the change in weather does befuddle

I'm not used to all this cold
52 degrees, I've been told

My fingertips, my cheeks, my nose
all feel numb from being froze

And yet, I'm happy, for my feet
at least have found a source of heat

My toes are safe and warm because
they're toasty in my pink socks of fuzz


  1. I like how you get so happy about the simple things in life. This is my new favorite sock-related poem, topping "The Scottish Falsetto Sock-Puppet Theater" poetry on YouTube. =)