Sunday, September 19, 2010


Dirty Socks

My socks were very dirty,

So I washed them in the lake.

It wasn't long before

I knew I'd made a big mistake.

The water changed from clear to mud.

Then fumes began to rise.

And soon a cloud of air pollution

Covered up the skies.

When bullfrogs started croaking

And ducks began to quack,

Some campers started chanting,

"We want our clean lake back."

I've got a pile of dirty socks.

I'm in an awful bind.

I guess I'll have to bury them.

I hope the worms don't mind.

by Bruce Lansky

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