Your poem tumbles to the end of the load without any static that I can see. Murfy's law is in full effect without a doubt. I don't even know if tacking them together with a pin would make a difference in the end :) Great poeml. Thanks for the grin on my face.
Actaully laughing out loud! That was cute. And how true is that??? If it's not the wash, it's the dryer. Makes me want to crawl inside the machine and go for a spin myself!! See where I might end up (granted I'd never fit, and if I did I probably would never get out wihtout the fire departments help, but hey!!) LOL... I have to say it made me chuckle! I'm working on some pretty down stuff right now and that gave me just the right laugh at the right time... So thank you for that. :)
Checking out some of your other stuff! Keep writing!!
(Laughing to myself and smiling). This was a very interesting write. Unfortunately, i don't have a washer but i do know the feeling of loosing socks very easily. To me, you wash them, hang them, dry them, pick them, put it on your bed, sort them and then pair them only to realize it's missing. Yeah, i get that too and i don't even have a washing machine.
Still, lol. I could picture the socks going through the backdoor of the washer( if there is even one) and playing.
No, its not just you. I think there is a little gnome who goes from house to house collecting sock. That is the only explanation.
I have never read a poem about socks before. You see something new everyday, I guess. I loved the lightheartedness of this, it gave me a chuckle. These pieces are good for the spirit of everyone. I'm glad to know that I'm not alone.
Submission Name: Socks
