Socks

Socks

A Poem by Dave Brown
"

good deeds

"

Adam Cullpepper

Carried his written letter

Down to the corner mail box

 

On his way

His feet were to say

They wished he had worn some socks

 

They weren’t feeling too well

And with them beginning to swell

He took a seat on large rocks

 

And loudly complained

About being possibly lamed

As though he was on a soapbox

 

Finally heard by a fellow

Guaranteed to be mellow

Dressed in a priest’s black frocks

 

From beneath his frock

From each foot came one sock

Handing each one over to Adam

 

With his feet now nicely protected

And his route reprojected

He continued merrily on his way

 

The good priest meanwhile

Was left with a smile

For performing his good deed of the day

 

 

                    

 

 

© 2020 Dave Brown


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Cute story Dave but now I'm wondering, do a priest's feet smell?
:)

Posted 2 Months Ago


Dave Brown

2 Months Ago

That is very personal AP.
Very very personal!!
Next thing, you'll be wanting to know .. read more
Ana Papaya

2 Months Ago

I'm sure they're black. :)
I kept wondering what was in it for the priest 🤔?
When in fact, he was just doing someone a good turn.
Generosity amazes us these days....
How selfish we've become.

Posted 2 Months Ago


AJNJ

2 Months Ago

Sometimes, I ask them for money. It always works and they move away... :)
Dave Brown

2 Months Ago

Hahaha
I'll have to try that
AJNJ

2 Months Ago

If it works, we have a formula we can sell :)
This poem is banging on all cylinders, imparting a limerick-esque vibe with the peppy rhyme & rhythm, as well as telling an untangled tale (sometimes your trajectories can be surprising, but not this time!) I love how your message imparts a meaning that can be applied to many different possibilities. But still, in the end, I was thinking I would never put someone else's socks on my feet without washing them first, so I'm left with a bit of an "icky" shoulder-rising aversion to this poem. Here in California socks are not needed & I don't own any myself. Maybe I need to weigh in poetically on the ridiculousness of socks. Or maybe I need to smoke my first bowl of the morning & mellow out! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago


Dave Brown

2 Months Ago

Better first make sure that camel isn't lurking about or that you don't get run over by some a-rab i.. read more
A good deed indeed. A kindly priest donating his smelly socks to a needy person. What more can you want? The priest gets a smile on his face the person gets relief for his sore feet. A win, win situation. Dave I would love to know the inspiration for this write,:)) I am totally intrigued.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


Dave Brown

2 Months Ago

Well,,, there was this blade of grass............

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