My sock is sad.
I know it’s true.
It’s crying tears
that fill my shoe.
My sock and shoe
and foot are wet.
That’s how I know
my sock’s upset.
Why is my sock
that’s pink and white,
a cheerful sight,
why is it sad?
I’ll tell you why.
I’ll tell you what
made my sock cry.
It is alone.
It lost its pair.
Its pink friend is
And when it looks
in my left shoe
it sees a sock
that’s coloured blue.
And so my sock
feels quite upset.
And that is why
my foot is wet.
© Kristin Martin 2012
It was so funny i laughed so much. This was my first poem and i loved it.
I’m glad you liked my poem. I’m also glad you laughed so much. Laughing is my favourite thing to do!
I like your poem because it sounded very interesting and pretty funny.
Your poem is a very unusual one because it does NOT have any rhyming words. In your poem you have repeated the same word lots of times.
Thanks for your comment. Not all poems have rhyming words, as poems don’t have to rhyme, but… this poem does have rhyming words! True and shoe rhyme. Wet and upset also rhyme. Look and see if you can find some more pairs.
I loved your poem. I lose my socks all the time, but my socks don’t get sad! They are happy to have a break from each other because the just can’t stand one another! Did this really happen to you?
I never lose my socks, but I know lots of people who do!
Great poem Kristin,
It inspired me to look for my socks.
Did you find any?
Amazing poem Kristen!
I lose pairs of socks too.I mostly find them under my bed or in the laundry.
Thanks! I hate losing socks. It makes me feel sad.
Great poem Kristen!
I always go to sleep with socks on, but when I wake up I have to hunt for them in a jungle of blankets.
How do you think your socks feel when you find them?
I am always losing the pair to my sock! Great poem.
Good luck finding your socks.
Sometimes I lose my socks like your poem.
I don’t like losing socks. It makes me a bit sad.
When i wear odd socks and when my mam screen for it i always says its a fashion and she believe me. Isnt it right? Anything can be fashion. But your poem talk more than sock like losing best friend
I agree that it is a good fashion to wear odd socks.
Maybe the sock should ask the washing machine if it had eaten the missing sock.
Thats’ a good idea!
I really like poem my sock is sad. I would give you an A+.
Thank you Yenuli!
My socks are mostly discovered underneath my bed. My socks aren’t sad.
I’m glad your socks aren’t sad!
I think this poem is the best one that you’ve written so far.
I like your poem. I lose my socks all the time, but my socks don’t get sad! They are happy to have a break from each other because the just can’t stand one another!
I also have a sock, lost it’s pair.
I think lots of socks go missing. That’s why I wrote the poem.
Hi Kristin I lost one of my favourite socks too now my other is blue
I like how your comment rhymed!
It might be under all of your socks?
It’s ok, I am sure you can find it. I wear odd socks all the time because my daddy wears odd socks.
I want to try and wear odd shoes one day.
I think it would be fun to wear odd shoes. Maybe I should start with wearing odd socks first though. (My socks always match. How boring!)
This is very true to my socks because all of them have lost their pair except that I don’t get wet feet during the day which is good. I must say that it is hard to keep the pairs together because I have a feeling that I have a sock monster at home that takes them one by one. Having a sock monster is hard because all socks are different sizes and you don’t want to wear anklets and long ones.
Your sock monster gives me a great idea for a poem!
Have you looked in your sock drawer? It could be in there?
Is it on the washing line?
Do you have a dog that could have eaten it?
These are great ideas to search for a missing sock. The poem is fictional though- I didn’t really lose a sock. 🙂
I would have matching socks and I would not have another pair of socks on the other foot.
You sound like me- I always wear matching socks. I wrote this poem for all those people who lose socks.
Great poem! Its really funny!
Hi Kristen, we have a sock monster at our house who only eats on sock from every pair.
I’ve heard those sock monsters are quite common.
This is a crazy, funny poem because the sock could talk and cry and socks can’t do that.
I have never had a sad sock before. This is a very nice poem that I have read! I chose this poem to read because the title seemed very interesting. The thing I really liked about is the part where it says ” It is alone, it’s lost a pair, it’s pink friend is not anywhere”. I like that part because it shows why the sock is sad. This poem made me imagine a cartoon sock crying! I don’t really cry if my friend is away from school. Even if it was sad, it was not that bad, in fact it was pretty funny!
I’m glad you like this poem. I like it, though I think it is quite silly. (I think the sock was wet because I stepped in a puddle, but that is not so interesting.)
I loved your poem I think it was wonderful.
It really was super duper great!
Sometimes my socks are wet too, does that mean it is crying?
Maybe. Though probably not!
Great poem Kristin
Thank you, Jiya.
Hi thanks for visiting our school/pps/prospect primary school from Lauren
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Katy says, ‘This is my favourite of your poems, Kristin.’
Thank you, Katy. I’m glad you like it. I need to take a photo of your pink and white sock to put with the poem. My sock is not quite the right colour.