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A threader had dared people to write a poem using the word socks.
I came up with this :
My socks fell round my ankles
As the elastic was worn
It’s really not a good look
And I should have sworn
But I was in an interview
Trying for a job
So I hid my legs very quickly
And decided to shut my gob!
Very silly I know! Hope you laugh!
Thursdays #bandofsketchers prompt was socks. I don’t know if these exist, so if they don’t this idea is my copyright ©. Canal and bottle oven socks. The ideal present for someone who loves industrial archaeology, is interested in the Trent and Mersey canal and needs to keep their feet warm!
My cats have decided to play with my socks instead of the toys I get for them. They don’t use the balls that light up, or the striped mouse, or an octopus with feathers (don’t ask). No it’s socks, socks, socks and the occasional underpants! Mostly they play a bit and then sit on them… Keeping their paws warm no doubt.
This is the two boys, one indoor, the other outdoor, although really they are both now. Both are friendly with each other and our girl cat. They get on quite well and don’t fight, there is the occasional paw raised, but if I tell them off they stop. I do love them.
Mallaband-Brown