I hated my socks
They were ugly
Gross
Brown with orange polka-dots
Smelly
Vile
Then one day
Appeared a hole
How I loved that hole
Huge, in the toe
Just the right size
Shapely
Gaping
Beautiful
Like a crater
On the moon
With that glorious hole
On my big toe
On my left foot
I no longer must wear
My ugly
Gross
Brown with orange polka-dots
Smelly
Vile
Socks
Oh, thanks to the moths
That ate through the cloth
Oh, thanks to the washing machine
That wore thin the fabric
For my feet no longer must bear
Those itchy
Brown with orange polka-dots
Socks
I love that hole
With all my being
For I hated those socks
And now they are no more
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