An ode to socks:
Oh, socks, what a strange and wonderful creature.
You are so much more than hosiery. You are a sleeve for the feet, a pocket for the toes. You are knitted, darned, and most often, missing. You are one of a pair, like a twin: if one goes missing, the other is distraught. So often, people are searching for you, like an umbrella or a seat on the rush hour subway. You are kin with can openers and drillbits, "where is that danged xyz?" You keep feets warm, you collect candy for us at Christmas. And yet, everyone-be they sandal wearers, sneaker-showers, maryjane sporters-take you for granted. You marvelous preventer of blisters, absorber or smells, protector of pedicures, I salute you, and your silly name.
Everyone, raise you glasses for SOCKS!
Oh, socks, what a strange and wonderful creature.
You are so much more than hosiery. You are a sleeve for the feet, a pocket for the toes. You are knitted, darned, and most often, missing. You are one of a pair, like a twin: if one goes missing, the other is distraught. So often, people are searching for you, like an umbrella or a seat on the rush hour subway. You are kin with can openers and drillbits, "where is that danged xyz?" You keep feets warm, you collect candy for us at Christmas. And yet, everyone-be they sandal wearers, sneaker-showers, maryjane sporters-take you for granted. You marvelous preventer of blisters, absorber or smells, protector of pedicures, I salute you, and your silly name.
Everyone, raise you glasses for SOCKS!
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