I'm on day eight right now
My socks will keep my feet so warm
And block an angry hornet swarm
They're made of cotton blend, I think
When worn for seven days, they stink
This poem is really not my best
As some of you can (please) attest
At least be filled with sheer delight
That it won't give you parasites
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22 comments:
Janna...?
I can smell those piggies all the way to Flint!
Pungent 55 My Dear..
You are like a Gallon of Desenex, in a field of Dermitode Fitosis!
You Rock Baby!
Have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
Thank you very much for not giving me parasites. That would have been a bad thing. Cute 55. I'm up too.
Eight is better than twelve, when it comes to brewing coffee through a sock, in the mountains, on a glacier. Don't ask.
Your rhyme and meter don't stink
I'm filled with sheer delight,
I think
That my socks are off to the gym
To climb me a rock wall *ahem*
Now that, my friend, is suck-tastic poetry. *grins*
My 55 is here.
I hope that it is just the socks that you are wearing for days on end! lol
G-Man: An entire gallon of Desenex? Wow... Now that's really something.
Susan: You're welcome! :)
Titanium: Yikes! I'm so glad I'm not a coffee drinker! I'm also glad I don't visit glaciers very often... though I do live in Michigan, which sometimes feels like the same thing.
Otin: Instead of the angry hornet swarm? Yeah. Me too! :o
i cant stand 8 hours...much less days...free those piggies! parasites are people too you know. smiles.
my 55 is up!
I think it was a fun poem! Keep it up! (((HUGS)))
Ewwwww, cyber cooties. LOL.
Oh dear, poor parasites.
What have they done to deserve us?
hugs
shakira
http://justmeshakirack.blogspot.com/2010/02/flash-friday-55-darn.html
A week? I bet they'll walk on their own when you decide to change 'em over the weekend.
DAMSEL IN DISTRESS 55 for me this week. [scroll down a bit to find 'er]
Well, you make me laugh with those rhyming groaners. Loved the last line.
My 55 is Love returned
For some reason that made me feel good - I guess I'm wierd!!
Only the Beatles can get away with eight days a week. Change your socks!!
AH CHOOOooooooooo!
Sorry, I have allergies to stinky piggy's
Mine's Up: The Loft
So long as you allow your feet to light
In a vat of salts each night
Me thinks you won't get the blight
But 'stead have toes wiggling with delight.
Oh man...I gotta stay off the rhyming thing. Love your 55. My 55 is HERE .
Poor poor Jannas little feet
wears old socks, don't get no meat
wishing for you, safe and sure--
Get yourself a pedi-cure.
Sure to make the stink go 'way
If you bring the piggies into the fray.
That was a good 55 girl.
It rhymes very nicely. I'm sorry you have stinky socks.
One Single Impression - Insomnia
Brian: Parasites are just really tiny people who don't signal when they change lanes.
Collette: Yay! :)
Alice: I can almost see the bug spray coming out of my speakers...
ShAKirA CHOONG: Whatever they did, I bet they're sorry! :o
Hootin'Anni: Or they might do a cute little Irish jig, which would make the whole thing totally worth it.
PeterStone: I'm glad you groaned. In a good way, of course. :)
Sherry: Excellent! Me too! :)
VE: This 55 was totally fiction. Rest assured it has not been 8 days since I have changed my socks. Here, come smell them.
Buzzard: Allergic to stinky socks? Is there a prescription for that?
MonkeyMan: And, on the bright side, if I DO get the blight, I'll just have something extra to blog about.
Akannie: Oh, don't worry. My vegetarian experiment ended last Sunday. Rest assured my feet are getting plenty of meat these days. :)
Nessa: LOL... thank you! I think! :)
Uh, that sucked. But thanks for playing along, and we have a lovely parting gift for you on your way out. ;)
MikeWJ: (*gasp*) (!!!) Pardon me while I sob uncontrollably. Wait... there's a parting gift? Let me see the gift first.
A LOVELY parting gift! Don Pardo, show her what she's won!
MikeWJ: Hmmm. Well, my feelings are still shattered, but I promise to treasure this new comb forever.
(Get it? Comb? "Parting" gift? Bwahahahaha!)
Now, back to sobbing uncontrollably....
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