“Those are my socks” she said
As we sat upon my bed.
Had I put them on?
I have quite forgot
Yet it matters not
For she is long since gone.
“Have you seen my sock?” another said, in her teasing way.
She also has gone her way.
Was it under the bed or elsewhere?
And why should I care?
Perhaps it is not so
Though I know each name.
K Morris - Poet 
Hahaha nice and cute one Kevin
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This is a fun poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I am glad you like my poem.