A contemporary nonsense poem based on things children say…
The octopus goes around the white box
Spinning and whirling and stealing socks.
Mother always finds odd socks
Octopus… sock monster, he rocks!
hehehe. I love this….
Oh – so it’s an octupus is it? Wait till I get my hands on him. He’s nicked a load of my socks too!
Isn’t it the truth? He’s a monster all right.
He’s busy everywhere.
A fantastic share.
This is new thing for me…
Cute idea. An enjoyable read.
I swear they really do eat socks!!!! Good work!
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