Dirty Socks

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Dirty Socks

Socks can be dirty, Socks can be clean

But there’s one under my bed

He’s a mean, stinky odor machine

He haunts me at night

After my parents tell me to go to bed

He creeps up to my face

He always says the same thing

‘My name is Creepy, or Smelly Ned,

And I’m thinkin’ you have a comfortable bed.’

He smelled so bad, I couldn’t go to sleep

I even thought I’d try counting sheep,

But there we’re none in sight

So I knew that this would be a long night.

But, The next morning was laundry day

As my mother told me and left the room

Smelly Ned screamed ‘NO WAY! NO WAY!’

‘Yes way, today is the day, you better not cry, your stinky days are over, and that’s no lie.

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Qualin commented on Dirty Socks

09-07-2010

ANOTHER UNIQUE POEM ALOT OF TALENT MY FRIEND,SOON YOU'LL BE PUBLISHED AND WONT KNOW OLE QUALIN ANYMORE..LOL GOOD WRITE GOD BLESS!!!!

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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