77/365: Ed Norton Fantasy Poem #7

Ed Norton has been stealing my socks again.
If he stole pairs, I wouldn't mind so much,
but he only steals one sock from each pair.
He fancies himself an inventor.
I've invented a new kind of couch, he says.
It's called the Odd Sock Sofa.
It's a sofa upholstered entirely with odd socks
I don't think Ed understands
that odd socks are the ones left behind,
not the ones you steal to upholster sofas,
but, then, he's never been one
for that kind of math.

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