Humorous and funny Socks poems and/or funny poems about Socks. Read, share, and enjoy these hilarious Socks funny poems!
Written by
Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
humor,
In Fuzzy Socks and Crocs
To town he goes in fuzzy socks and crocs.
Do watch him! See how proudly that he walks.
He likes the way that everybody gawks
as he strolls down the city’s many blocks.
He bets they’re thinking, “What a silver fox!”
Whereas THEY think his head is filled with rocks.
How comfortable his crocs. How warm his socks.
He feels so good. Down by one of the docks
where street performers strut around like cocks,
I plug my ears. He’s playing his squeez-box!
June 16, 2021
for the Fuzzy Socks And Crocs Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts
Written by
Sara Kendrick
Categories:
funny,
Ode To New White Socks
Cotton fields
White to harvest
Untouched by red clay
Trash, sediment
Banked white snow
Fluffy
Not visited
By neighborhood dogs
Right out of the pack
The scent of clean,
Soft cotton
Dry and warm
Slip one on, then two
Encapsulate the feet
Like clean silver fog
Coats each tree
Ten hours later
There's dirt, stink
Old shoe leather stains
Then tossed into hamper
No longer new
No longer clean
No longer white
Just dirty old socks
Written by
Robert L. Hinshaw
Categories:
humorous,
Argyle Socks
I'm glad to see that comin' back in chic,
Are socks that I ain't worn in quite a streak.
Argyle socks are now the rage!
Even at my elder age,
I'll sport 'em so I won't be called a geek!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Written by
Arturus Australis
Categories:
humorous,
Odd Socks
Why do socks seem to disappear?
I can’t find a matching pair!
Not wanting to develop a syndrome
When anyone comments on my odd flair,
I retort with apparent savoir faire:
Yes I’ve another pair jus’ like’em at ‘ome!
Written by
Roxanne Schroeder
Categories:
funny,
Mismatched Socks
Fresh opened plastic,
unstretched elastic.
Crew cut, solid white.
Knee high, gray on white.
Wal-mart bag, home that night.
Days go by, what a sight.
Wash the socks from the box,
dry them now, match them up.
Not too long to realize
something's up.
I search and search,
then give up.
Crew cut solid white,
gray on white, knee high.
My head goes back,
out comes a sigh.
Written by
John Lawless
Categories:
humor, kid,
Socks - Letter From Camp
SOCKS
letter from camp
Dear Mom, Achieved absolute efficiency. Can now put socks on from either end.
John G. Lawless
7/2/2016
Written by
Robert Davidson
Categories:
confusion, funny, imagination,
Socks, Shoes and Glasses
The joy of finding something whole is truly quite fulfilling,
But when your socks are full of holes it really is quite chilling.
I'd like to tell you what I found! I'm sure you are aware!
Forty socks in my drawer and not one of them a pair!
I'm looking for my shoes, I left them on the mat,
Only a couple of feet from my coat and hat.
I dozed off for a moment, on awakening they had gone:
I wondered if they'd wandered far, or who had put them on?
My glasses have a habit of playing dirty tricks!
They vanished in the garden while on a pile of bricks.
They've turned up in a taxi and were discovered on a train;
But how do I get them back, from that very fast flying plane?
Written by
James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
3rd grade, analogy, funny, games, soccer,
Boy Playing Socks Her- -
BOY PLAYING SOCKS HER- -
A little small boy;
On the field learning soccer;
He runs, kicks, shutter the ball;
~
Trips falls ball rolls on,
Opponents a little girl
Sees, laughs he gets up "socks her"
8/29/19
Placed #2 in Contest
Writing Challenge 3, August 2019 - Six Lines
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
Written by
Liam Mcdaid
Categories:
humor,
Missing Socks
their is something
very strange happening
in ireland today
definitely leprechauns
someone each night
keeps lifting
my socks
no matter
where i look
never can seem
to find them
i believe
they use them
as winter hats
the other day
i saw a sock
running through
the hawthorn bushes
now i make my plea
to the little people
please give me back
my socks
i am fast
running out
of pairs
i have
only a few
pairs left
you cheeky
little devils
Written by
Marie Harrison
Categories:
funny
Socks
Socks
Leave me
Go away
Secretly hide
Stink
Written by
Lin Lane
Categories:
humor,
No Socks In Bed
I don't need Gucci haute couture to make me purr
My shoulders will never be draped with real fur
I don't want diamonds to be my best friend forever
There's only one thing from my life I'll not sever
Don't give me a free ticket to Rome or Paris, France
I'd rather Tango with a man who knows how to dance
One who won't climb in bed with me wearing his socks
Just give me the precious gift of chocolates in a box
Written by
Margarita Lillico
Categories:
humorous,
It Socks To Be Me
I am a solo sock mismatched again,
Insouciantly sorted out by men.
I’m worn and torn, my shelf life so unfair -
Old sole cast off without my perfect pair.
My oxygen runs low in dampened heat,
As all day long I’m wrapped ‘round whiffy feet.
A random rip and I am in a flash,
Without a second glance, tossed in the trash.
Sickly and old in times of dark despair,
Not worthy of restorative repair.
My significant other stands no chance -
Sad story of a sock with lost romance.
The only solace in my dim, damp fate
Is my intrinsically matching mate.
My poignant plea to you, all mighty men -
Please never ever sever socks again!
Written by
Tom Bell
Categories:
adventure, funny, mystery, on writing and words, parody, philosophy, satire,
Socrates Stole My Socks!
Now I know how he got his name....
He can put an electric dryer to shame!
Dryers eats socks,
Socrates does pilfer....
I wonder what happens,
If I send him a bill 'fer
All my missing socks....
Would he sock me one?
Written by
Sandra Haight
Categories:
funny, image,
Fuzzy Socks and Crocs
There are sights that can give me a start-
silly things that turn cold my warm heart;
fuzzy socks and big crocs
is an image that blocks
me accepting them as looking smart!
And for sure, when are seen on a gent
sporting shorts, untucked shirt like a tent-
bony legs, bare and thin
propped by crocs, socks within,
for sure, adds to my heart's discontent!
Then again, if he seems kind of old,
maybe his unclad feet do get cold!
Fuzzy socks then would do
inside crocs- from this view,
now my heart sees him comfy and bold!
June 9, 2021
Contest: Fuzzy Socks and Crocs
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Written by
Cory Long
Categories:
funny
Socks
I'm constantly replacing socks.
I can never find a mate.
It's amazing how quickly they disappear.
One minute you have a pair,
and the next minute one has walked off
Knowing they made it to the washer.
Wondering if the dyer ate them?
We'll never know what happened to the socks
For they never come back.
Written by
Jack Ellison
Categories:
humor,
Through Their Socks
If your child's growing up right through their socks
Be not alarmed, the trend will eventually stop
Else there's really no telling
The size of a dwelling
You'd need or how much neighbours would gawk
Written by
Carol Mitra
Categories:
funny,
Fuzzy Socks and Crocs
I walked into a store one day
And fell in love with a pair of crocs
‘Twas my time to hang out loose
So crocs became my fun time shoes
But I had a secret, no one knew
What a whiff, when I opened my shoe!
I thought the holes would air those toes
It sadly brought on stronger woes
How could I give up my nice red crocs?
So I decided, and donned some fuzzy socks!
I walked about town proudly
Without the tension of people
Whispering, what’s that smell?
But when I had to remove my socks
I used a peg, to plug my nose!
So that I myself, would not gag
I wrapped my crocs in a paper bag.
9.9.2021
Written by
Sara Chansarkar
Categories:
humor,
Son's Socks
Shaped like balls under the couch
Piled high behind the nightstand
Son’s socks find a home elsewhere
Just not in closets
Written on:04/19/2017
Written by
John Lawless
Categories:
allegory, humor,
A Lonely Socks Lament
A Lonely Socks Lament
Unmatched
in loneliness
am I
hidden
in a five drawer
tower
locked away
unable to search
for a mate
shunned
by those in
pairs
I wait
listening
to the dryer’s
tumble
anticipating
a reunion
as each cycle
ends.
Footless
no toes to cradle
no hugging shoes
only loneliness
in the corner
of matchless
socks.
John G. Lawless
©4/2/2018
Written by
Randy Johnson
Categories:
funny, husband, wife, wife,
Socks
(This is a fictional poem)
My wife got mad and nearly caved my head in with a rock.
She got mad because all I bought her for Christmas was a pair of socks.
She used all of her money to buy me a big screen television.
Being a cheapskate turned out to be a really bad decision.
That was a gift that she really hated.
She grabbed a knife and now I'm castrated.
Now I get laughed at by lots of men.
I bought my wife socks but never again.
Written by
Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
humorous,
What Happens to Our Socks
Gremlins come out in the night
on cold little feet,
searching through our houses for
places with some heat.
Some nights we do laundry, and
right before we sleep,
our clothes are put in dryers.
That’s when gremlins creep. . .
Creep inside that nice warm place
where we’ve put our clothes.
Then they sort through all our things.
What do you suppose?
Well, they love to find our socks
since their feet are cold!
And they grab a few of them,
or so I’ve been told!
Seeing not too well in dark
as those gremlins do,
they take mismatched socks and leave
us mismatched ones too!
Written by
Charles Hice
Categories:
fantasy, children, funny,
Socks Is Dry
Socks Is Dry
Television and Radio was bad enough what will little Johnny do now that he has
a computer or two. The poor kid will log in and stay online all drying day just to
see if his socks is now dry at dryer.com. the poetic license plate is still intact
if they hated me they would not leave my picture up for a link at all the websites a
poet eye become the world can never hate a poet BEEP BEEP BEEP little
JOHNNY your socks is dry.
Written by
Derani Blackburn
Categories:
adventure, fantasy, funny, giggle, humor, lost, silly,
Lost Socks
In the land of laundry, a mystery ensues,
Socks scatter and vanish, leaving just one shoe.
Pairs go on adventures, to realms far and wide,
Escaping the dryer, where they used to reside.
Dancing with bunnies or hiding in a shoe tree,
These mischievous socks, oh where can they be?
But fear not, dear sockless ones, for time yet unlocks,
The magical story of all the lost socks.
Written by
Douglas Pederson
Categories:
funny,
Socks On Order
a caterpillar went to a store to buy socks
‘I’m sorry sir, we don’t have that many in this store’
‘but I can order them and no charge for shipping’
that will be great said the caterpillar, sock it to me!
Written by
Thomas Wells
Categories:
how i feel, humor, humorous, me, self, silly,
My Socks
I take my shoes off
and roam only in my socks.
All my socks have holes.