Little pink sock on the basement stair,
Her mother dropped you unaware
You’d remain forever split from your mate,
Kept secretly by Grandma in this captive state.
Her mother dropped you unaware
You’d remain forever split from your mate,
Kept secretly by Grandma in this captive state.
Little pink sock for her little pink toes,
Only a grandmother can really know
That this is why here you must stay:
To work your magic on those dark, lonely days.
© 2007 Dennis H. Ference (First posted on 7/31/14)
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