By Emily Sockinson
There once was a sock named Fred,
Whose stripes went straight to his head.
He hopped and he pranced, In socks that enhanced,
His fashion sense, 'twas widely spread!
There was a sock with a hole,
Who dreamed of playing a role.
With needle and thread, The hole was soon fed,
Now it's a sock with a heart made whole!
In the dryer, socks loved to roam,
Leaving their partners all alone.
But a secret they'd keep, As they danced in a heap,
They'll reunite, where odd pairs find home!
There lived a sock that could glide,
On shiny floors, it took pride.
With each little slide, Its colors would collide,
A sock on a roll, no need to hide!