LW Poetry

This feature showcases original poems by members of the Creative Writers Club of Leisure World and other GRF members. Send poems to emmad@lwsb.com. Submissions run as space allows.

I Am a Blue Sock

I am a blue sock. I’m the bluest sock there ever was. There never was a bluer sock, because I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz. We worked together as

a pair.

We lived a life of quiet

pride.

We’d protect those two feet - me and My hundred percent cotton bride. Did this life of duty bore her? Or make her want to play with fire? She followed her desire - and so, After work we went into the dryer. She danced and played, rolled and tumbled With so many other socks that day. Then she paired up with another, Leaving me to forever

say...

I am a blue sock. I’m the bluest sock there ever was. There never was a bluer sock, because I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz.

—Dave Crandall, Mutual 10