Sock Eater
by Betsy Rosenthal
On laundry days
my mother says
the dryer is a crook.
It’s all because
a sock is gone—
the one the dryer took.
I tell my mom she shouldn’t
let the dryer
see us eat.
It’s sure to munch a sock or two
because it craves a treat.
I dont like laundry days but when I saw this post.....and voila my laundry is done and my linnen cupboard looks devine..thank you dearest
Painting-Washing Day-Eduard Frere.
6 comments:
I love the poem!!! Would be fun for young children to hear! And thank you, too, for the wonderful visit to Button Willow Cottage! Cathy
What a great poem! I am always loosing socks everytime I wash! Do take care dear Dutchess...Anita
I've always wondered where that "one" sock goes to...don't you? :)
What a cute little poem!
Btw, where do those socks go to?
Disappearing socks could be 'The Borrowers,' of course. :-)
Aunt Amelia
Love that painting! ;)
May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day, sweet Dutchess...
cielo
What a great poem - we lost a sock just the other day but it was found safe and well down a shirt sleeve:) Every time I open my cupboard door to get out clean towels or sheets I think 'I must sort this out' but always I just close the door on it to be done another time:)
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