Socks - Beth Crowley

When I was thirteen,

we moved out to the suburbs.

When I looked out in the yard,

I thought I saw a bear.

I was mistaken.

Turns out it was just a cow, so

as a joke people got me lots of cow-related wear.

And the whole point of this story is that

I got tons of cow socks.

When I say tons of cow socks we’re talkin' 47 pairs.

Socks,

they can be practical and logical or

have a touch of whimsy that reminds you of your fail.

Socks,

they come in blue and black and tan,

but they can also be cow-spotted

with ears, a face, and tail.

So many possibilities.

But cow socks are the socks for me.

Now the days have passed

when all my socks were cow related.

But sometimes I still wear them as

throwback to the past.

Socks,

they can be practical and logical or

have a touch of whimsy that reminds you of your fail.

Socks,

they come in blue and black and tan,

but they can also be cow-spotted

with ears, a face, and tail.

So many possibilities.

But cow socks are the socks for me.