Phantom Socks: Part 1

Phantom Socks: Part 1

A Poem by Mortricia

..Phantom socks and phantom clocks, oh no!


Last night I woke

With a jolt

My dream, surreal, to blame

My tresses a mess

My temples drenched

My sheets were quite the same

My limbs twitched

And noggin itched

I couldn't find the time

My clocks were gone

My socks were wrong

My socks-

My socks weren't mine!

To my distaste

They'd been replaced

My matching pair, no more

I looked around

I looked about

Checked ceiling and checked floor

The floor was clear

From far to near

Nothing for the eye

Above, though, was a sight so queer

The sight was not quite right....




To be continued....

© 2010 Mortricia

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Added on April 6, 2010
Last Updated on April 9, 2010
Tags: phantom, scoks, clocks, strange, odd, weird, dream, dr, seuss




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