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I defend socks doomed to gaping holes,
Leathery shoes and cheesy soles.
What a terrible fate!
Can't save used ones, if I find them too late,
That would be great, 'cos it'd help the earth too.
But it's not a nice thought for people like you.
I could save yours if there's one you want to keep.
But, for the rest, it's best they're put to sleep.
*minute's silence for the dead duck*
I whisk socks off when they're bright and shiny new.
Make them into animals or a Duchess in blue.
(Even Prince WIlliam's socks never had it so pukka,
But they do get to go everywhere by chopper...)
Stuffed with polyfibre and bursting with joy at the seams,
Some of them look grumpy...that's not what it means.
They're putting on an act, it's like a brand image
Makes you want one, no matter what your age.
Call me Edwina Scissorhands, or Thimbelina
Or just call me.
- Tracy Su, Defender-of-the-Downtrodden & Compulsive Poet