A pair of socks

In another earth, much like ours

They still sing, measure time in hours

The seasons still change, they build houses from rocks

In fact the only thing strange is to do with socks

Somehow, through a quirk in ancient patent law

One market niche is guarded by club and claw

See, in this particular place and dimension
Socks can only be sold in one location

Travis Q. Sockworth, trillionaire many times

He's technically, officially, committed no crimes

You don't have to do business, can admit defeat

As long as when walking you don't get cold feet

It's crazy, to us, but they don't see the issue

He runs a charity, dabs his eye with a fine tissue

Making people beg for charity every year

You can avoid paying if he just sheds a tear

But for everyone else, you're all a bunch of schmucks

You want wool on your feet better part with some bucks

And the don't come cheap, see from supply and demand

Travis controls the supply throughout every land

Thankfully, in this place, we don't have to worry

At least, not about Travis. We are not his quarry.

Instead, socks are cheap, indeed abundant really

So let me pose to you a curious query

Why is it, in the sock-plenty land we live in?

Do some folk have not socks they've been given?

How are any sockless, in this day and age?

Does that not fill you with sadness and/or rage?

Socks are needed by many without homes

It doesn't cost much, but like gloves or combs

They could make more of a difference than you would believe

And could be the most wonderful gift to receive

So if you are no Travis, you don't need people to beg

You just recognise some people need some warmth on their leg

Why not consider sending some love their way

And donate a pair of fresh socks to someone today :)



Inspired by Stand4Socks. As someone who definitely has enough socks, it was probably good to take a step back and appreciate a small blessing I take for granted.