My Socks
I wore ruffle socks everyday
They were always inside out
My mom was filled with dismay
I said they'll stay inside out.
Now I wear regular socks
They are no longer laced with ruffles
I wear them on all of my walks
But I still cause a bit of a scuffle.
My socks are still inside out
My mom is filled with dismay
I said they'll stay inside out
Until the end of my days.
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