Sock it to me!

Sock it to me!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While the time was
only hands away,
tick, tock, tick; 
a foot without a sock
was a a foot loose.

An eye for an eye
knocked each other out,
and a head without a mind
leaves a skull empty.

But what of the thought 
that's lost, distracted,
breaking from the herd?

It can only be
a thought looking
for the other sock.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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I used to think my dryer ate my socks. I always seemed to have one or two without a match! You wrapped this little ditty up quite perfectly with a very clever closing, Andrew. You do these little conundrums so well!

How are things in Australia?

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Warmer than you guys, our city of Adelaide reached 47.7C last month, it was too hot! Thanks Kelly fo.. read more
Kelly Scheppers

6 Years Ago

I shall remember that. I've never heard it before!
and thinking outside the box...or maybe the dryer...:)
your title immediately made me think of Judy Carne..and Laugh In.

i remember when we were foot loose...now we wear three socks for protection...

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

haha thank you jacob for your words.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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