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Topic: Buried Deep Beneath The Socks

by J. P. Davies

I know it's here somewhere...
I saw it an age, or two, ago.
Now where could it be?
Under the bed, perhaps.
Hmmm...Magazines, Football,
Chunk of pine wood. Nope.

Under my dresser?
Guitar picks, candy wrapper,
and three jelly beans.
Nope, not there either.
Oh wait...the closet.

Ok let's see...
Shoes, ties, books.
A here it is,
under this pile of socks.
I knew I put that
piece of toast somewhere.
Munch.

01/27/2004

Posted on 01/28/2004
Copyright © 2019 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Barbara Griffith on 01/28/04 at 01:26 AM

LOL oh man, this is brilliant! Though some of the punctuation feels off to me,

Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 01/28/04 at 09:18 PM

hahaha I totally thought the ending would be a little more, er, yellow...

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