Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Rant and socks

Daily writing prompt
How do you waste the most time every day?

Most of my time is wasted in trying to convince people that we are ruining civilisation with our own stupidity and greed. I try not to use this blog to that end, but I was asked the question, and that’s my answer.

STOP PRESS!

The Stupid boy.

The stupid boy was now eighteen, it had to have some 

perks,

He couldn’t wait to rush on out and buy some fireworks.

He ran out to buy the biggest box he could find,

Then went home to set them off destroying nearly all mankind.

So back to my usual inane humour. As promised here is the sequel of the sock, I have reposted the first part first, for those lucky enough not to have read it.

 The Sock

I usually take my socks off, to stop that awful scent,

But this particular night I was achy, so in the bath I went.

I picked my things up for the wash, but one sock wasn’t there,

I looked for that sock, where could it be, couldn’t find it anywhere.

Oh where, Oh where was that little sock, how did it go astray,

It wasn’t in the bathroom, in the sink, nor the shower tray.

Was it in my trousers? I took them off to check,

I checked my shirt also, maybe it’s been around my neck.

I know what you’re thinking, it was lurking neath the bed,

I think that socks gone for good, this must just be said

If there’s socks in heaven, I hope it’s found another mate,

Or maybe one day it will reappear with my dinner, on a plate.

Return of the Sock.

Here’s the story of the socks, it really is quite sad,

They’d gone out drinking, fallen out, and one got hopping mad.

Left you see wouldn’t buy a round, and Right stomped off in anger,

Right got home safe and sound, but Left was left in danger.

I talked to Right the very next day,

But where Right left, Left he wouldn’t say.

“We left your feet and went to sleep,

Next to your undies all in a heap”.

I couldn’t get no sense at all,

He just kept rolling to a ball.

“Well one sock is no good to me,

I’ll use you for rags just wait and see”.

When the sock police brought Left home,

I questioned both and then some.

I told them off then fair and square,

They promised then to stay a pair. 

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