Regurgitating Monster

“What’s happened to my socks?” he said,
his face flushed red.
“There’s not a match
in this whole batch.
All five of them have lost a mate!”
“A monster ate
them–I can tell–
phew! what a smell!”
He pitched them back into the tub,
turned knob to scrub.
He dried them, then
and found all ten.

 

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

12 comments on “Regurgitating Monster

  1. Catherine Johnson says:

    Really funny, Freeda! :0)

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  2. A funny poem …you have begun…Really cute!

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  3. Dot Hatfield says:

    What a cute poem. Love it. D

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  4. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    Funny one this time and I think the comment Gene made “If you were a one legged soldier” says it all. 🙂

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  5. The sock monster has plagued me throughout my life. Cursed villain he is !

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  6. dotlatjohn says:

    Cute! I remember my dad saying if he ever caught that one-legged man who had been stealing his socks, he was going to get him!

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    • It is definitely a mystery. Once, when Gene was complaining about the missing socks, I said, “Well, you have enough socks for an army.” And he replied, “If they were all one-legged soldiers!” 🙂

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