No match...?
I went to the
cellar to wash a few
socks
to put in a load
because…
my feet were cold and
nothing was clean…
so… when I saw that machine
I threw in those socks…
Then….I
Poured soap in the cubby
Pressed the button to “start”
Called up my hubby
And said boy am I smart.!
I knew I counted each one
As, I put each one in
I know they were all there
So? why would I care….
The buzzer went off
And I flew down the stairs
I opened the washer
There weren't any “pairs”
One of each here,
and one of each there,
not even, a match to be found…
Not again! I yelled, as I fell head first to the ground!!!
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How about a lighter!
Yobarney is out of town so Simon Crowell is filling in for him:
Linda,
This poem stinks like a hot steamy locker room sock that has just been released from its old worn sneaker prison. The only good thing about this poem is that no trees died in this electronic world in the making of it! If it was on paper I would say: "There is no match for this poem and it’s a shame that we don't have a lighter." I would tell you to feed it to a goat but I'm sure that PETA would have me arrested for cruelity to an animal. I' suggest that you put on some rubber gloves, grab some thongs and throw it in the laundry with all of your oddball socks, then hope that it too disappears!' If Thomas Jefferson and John Adams knew that you were going to write this they would have left the first amendment out of the constitution.
You should think about becoming an apprentice under yobarney ... He may be able to teach you something... I think he is your only hope!
Lovingly,
Simon Crowell
Dear Simon...
I had to ask a friend who the heck Simon Crowell was???? I have never heard of you. It seems to me that you might be "lacking" in some important part of your anatomy....and youre taking it all out on me...
Keep your chin up buddy....there are other more important things in life....
Linda
ps, bring back Yobarney...i like him better
I agree with you Linda
Well done Linda I agree with you there I was totally shocked at what that guy said about your poem,there was no need for that ,men like that dont tell you to your face they hide behind a pen and write with acid instead of ink.you have high ratings with that poem and that is justification for your good works, keep writing Linda your poems are well liked here from Willow
Willow, thank you
after i wrote the reply i was thinking maybe i was a bit "harsh" on Simon....LOL!
Linda
No Way Linda
No way were you too soft, that guy had it coming to him I would have done the same good for you Linda.from Willow
Simmonsays
I have all my socks and they don't stink like somethings do!
Simmon
haha
hahaha this is hillarious.
personally, i thought the poem was kind of odd, but it rhymed so whatever. honestly, these comments are more entertaining than the poem itself. yobarney made me laugh because i kinda feel the same way. but at the same time the poem is kind of funny so...haha, whateva. =]
You would be perfect
Perfect... We are trying to find someone to replace Paula... I think you would be Perfect!
Simmon
good poem Linda
I loved this one it is a typical thing that happens to all us women there is always odd socks to be found when we do the laundry, and they magically disappear,I often wonder where to,although sometimes I find them in the strangest places, your poem explains the situation perfectly well done Linda. from Willow
Thanks Willow!
I guess only a woman would understand this poem....and how to "read" it, right Willow? Thanks for understanding!
I dont know how many times Ive thrown them all away...bought new ones...and it happens all over again!
Much appreciated Willow!
Linda
yes Linda you are right
yes Linda this is correct it is only a woman`s thing and a very common one too I have done the same as you many times ,lots can relate to this one and it is doing well on the ratings well done you ,in my eyes you are a brilliant poet, keep writing from Willow.
Dear Willow
You're The Best!
Thanks so much! I'll keep trying!
Linda
Grrrrr!
That darn sock monster...never satisfied!
Stay well, One love and God bless!
LOL! Exactly!
Dear TS,
Thats a great name for him, "The Sock Monster".
Linda
very real situation...
you made me feel your pain as I so often feel the same pain. Where do those durned socks go? I've read that the machine can actually eat them - they somehow get inside the machine itself. I don't see how it can hold so many, though, so I don't know whether to believe this or not.
Shows talent to be able to describe such a mundane situation so well and with real humor.
joyce
thanks joyce
thanks for the compliment on the poem. i appreciate your input always!
Linda
You Go Girl!!
Sharon Says-
You were simply faaabulooous my dear! A spleeenddddid piece of work, and a joy to read!
Don't listen to ol' Mr grumpy pants Cowell. The auditions haven't gone that well for him lately..he's acting like this with everyone today!
Go girl-your knock em dead!!
Sharon Osbourne
Dearest Sharon, LOL
Thank you dear...For your kind words!!! How's Ozzie? Did he like the poem?
I will keep on trying! thanks for the words of encouragement!
Linda
ps, Simon doesnt bother me...i think hes kinda cute...
ROCK AND ROLL!
Ozzy Says-
Linda...your poem... was f....ing.. awesome!
Rock and Roll!
Ozzy
LOL, LOL!!!
Ozzy, thats what i love about You....you tell it like it is!!!
Thanks!
You were pretty F....ing... awesome yourself...when you ate that live bird on stage in your concert ......remember?
ps i love "crazy train"
thanks for your kind comment Oz man!
Linda
You Gals Are Crazy!
Loved your poem, Linda. Enjoyed reading the comments as well. Keep 'em coming, lady. You're great! Oh, hell...where's my other sock?
thanks TJ
Thank you TJ..i know, i think the comments to this poem are better than the poem....lol
i was struggling for a topic to write about that night....that was before my "erotic" era..i have alot in my head now....
thanks for your added comments, TJ,
much appreciated!!!
Linda