Green Socks Poem by Ruth Walters

The green socks always
looked cute,
were always together,
neat and paired.
It was a shock to find
an odd one.
Just one green sock
in the drawer, by itself
as though it had been tossed
there by a, thoughtless, housewife
who didn't give a damn
about socks.
You see, I have a soft spot
for odd socks,
socks that have been parted
and nobody wants.
so, I picked up the sock,
and stitched whiskers on it,
drew a wee mouth
and cute nose on it,
turned it into a glove puppet
and called it Rupert.
Rupert the sock
and then, guess what,
the other green sock
turned up!