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Hole

There’s a hole in my sock –

yes, there is.

I don’t know how it got there –

but, there it is.

I’ll hide it with a shoe

if it’s all the same to you –

there’s a whole,

lot of explaining,

unless I do.

My Left Sock

My Left Sock

My left sock

is heading for the very end

of my Wellington boot;

whereas my right sock

seems to be defying gravity

and holding station;

It always seems to be

the left sock

or the left boot

that lets me down-

oops! There it goes again,

I’m preparing to frown.