When I was thirteen,
we moved out to the suburbs.
When I looked out in the yard,
I thought I saw a bear.
I was mistaken.
Turns out it was just a cow, so
as a joke people got me lots of cow-related wear.
And the whole point of this story is that
I got tons of cow socks.
When I say tons of cow socks we're talkin' 47 pairs.
Socks,
they can be practical and logical or
have a touch of whimsy that reminds you of your fail.
Socks,
they come in blue and black and tan,
but they can also be cow-spotted
with ears, a face, and tail.
So many possibilities.
But cow socks are the socks for me.
Now the days have passed
when all my socks were cow related.
But sometimes I still wear them as
throwback to the past.
Socks,
they can be practical and logical or
have a touch of whimsy that reminds you of your fail.
Socks,
they come in blue and black and tan,
but they can also be cow-spotted
with ears, a face, and tail.
So many possibilities.
But cow socks are the socks for me.
