I got home from school

Plagued with the blues

Collapsed on a chair and threw off my shoes

Wiggled sore toes

Rubbed my poor back

Opened the freezer and dove for a snack

But as I was reaching for Cookies n' Cream

I nearly fell down at the sound of a scream

I heard my mom shout, "Good grief, what have you done?"

So I hurtled upstairs at a rocket-paced run

I arrived at my bedroom and what did I find?

An assortment of socks all formed up in a line

I glanced to my left and I peered to my right

Is this where I'd strewn all my socks late last night?

But no, it was not – I was sure of it

I trembled just then; my knuckles I bit

I had dumped off my laundry and left it to bask

For I hated the tedious folding task

I guess that I should have taken the time

To care for the piles of clothes that were mine

My mom disappeared around the door

And I was left gazing at socks on the floor.

The pink one came forward and boldly stated,

"I think we're underappreciated."

My mouth dropped open in reply

My sock was speaking?

Yet I couldn't deny

That perhaps my little pink sock was right.

"You're not satisfied?" I asked with a frown,

"I wash you, I wear you, what more do you want?

You stand here in line just to shoot me down?

Learn to live with the things that you've got!"

Apparently I should have kept my mouth shut…

KYA! AMBUSH! Revenge of the socks!

Attack and Assault! Get off me, get off!

They went wild

Cursed and shouted

Yelled and screamed

Cried and pouted

"You put me in bleach, you wretched fiend,"

The pink one hollered, "to get me clean!

For heaven's sake, I ought to be red!"

Then more socks sprang from beneath the bed

"You dropped my twin behind the dryer!"

"Don't shake your head, you sneaky liar!"

"You don't even fold us or set us in matches!"

"We're torn and have holes and big faded patches!"

"We don't think you even care."

"You've been in sandals everywhere."

I was lost for words

I couldn't speak

So out the door I tried to creep

To grab my sneakers and run and flee

But all my socks were chasing me!

I don't know if my plight can serve as a lesson…

But you'd best be wary when you're dressin'.