In Which the Pirate Experiments.

Day Five: 1st April. And now for something completely different.
This is an experimental blogging day to try and push your creativity in blogging to the same level that you perhaps push your creativity in the items you create.

There are no rules of a topic to blog about (though some suggestions are given below) but this post should look at a different way to present content on your blog. This can take one of many forms…


O sock, O most-loved knit garment
What joy there is in your embrace!
Such happiness I take in knowing
That while I run the daily race
My toes will stay dry and warm-

into the shoes you now must go,
Hide your delicate stitches from sight.
While the winter wind’s still blowing
My feet need not fear frostbite,
My mood will never be low.

People laugh, and people tease,
For socks may still be bought with ease.
But store-bought socks cannot be said
To bring pleasure like the socks I made.

(Okay, so I stretched the rhyme a little from the first verse to the second, but it still sort of works. Mostly. And as for that winter wind, even though it’s technically Spring, it’s freaking cold outside! I am indeed wearing handknit socks today.)

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8 Responses

  1. aplayfulday says:

    People just don’t understand why store bought are not the same do they?

  2. Sue says:

    Now that I have a pair of your wonderful socs, I do indeed understand! Love your poem…

  3. Karen says:

    Lovely poem. Hand knit socks are a true joy.

  4. Alexandra says:

    Lovely poem! Hand knits socks are amazing and you really describe them perfectly! :D

  5. Great poem! And I agree with every word. I just hate it when I run out of hand-knit socks and have to wear (shudder) store-bought.

  6. Jen says:

    I love your poem, and that is “near rhyme” you did. It all sounds so Victorian and forlorn (one and the same). And hurray for hand-knit socks!

  7. Kepanie says:

    A terrific ode to socks, something that can be taken for granted.

  8. Butterfly says:

    Socks, the one thing I know not a thing about making. Obviously I am missing out.

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