As down the wooded streets I walk
And briefly with my neighbors talk
Each foot is safe within a sock
With individual toes.
I know that most put toes in sacks—
A vaguely sock-like thing that lacks
Toe pockets, but instead it packs
Them tightly into rows.
Like tenements or traffic jams
Five toes into one space it crams
’Til crushed together like stringed hams
Their shape their treatment shows.
Not so my socks. Each toe is free
Its own cloth home inside to be
And there we find it naturally
Into a nice shape grows.
You too could purchase socks that fit.
It’s true they cost a little bit,
But health and comfort are worth it.
