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1. Kitta:

   I love how even the socks look sad in that 'missing' picture. Poor Dunstan. Poor socks.

   Posted 1 hour, 3 minutes after the fact

2. Chris Vincent:

   You know what's sad? When I came across the headline in my RSS reader, I thought about network sockets before I thought about socks.

   Maybe I should get out more.

   Posted 1 hour, 8 minutes after the fact

3. Lance E. Leonard:

   very shel silverstein

   Posted 1 hour, 58 minutes after the fact

4. Stuart:

   Hello? HELLO? You're mental. :-)

   Posted 3 hours, 28 minutes after the fact

5. Tony Crockford:

   Did you write that? or remember it from somewhere?

   I ask, because I had a poem delivered in my sleep once. It was an urgent dream that insisted I write it down, so I woke up, wrote it down and went back to sleep.

   Here's my sleep delivered poem for your enjoyment:

   Time
   All that once was, will be.
   All that will be, once was.
   All that is lost, will be found.
   All that is found, will be lost.
   We know time passes...
   ...No time passes.

   Weird huh?

   Posted 6 hours, 13 minutes after the fact

6. S T E F:

   Ah... As the saying goes, life socks.

   OK, bad-pun-of-the-day award.

   Posted 6 hours, 38 minutes after the fact

7. Andrew Green:

   You are Dr. Seuss and I claim my five pounds.

   Posted 6 hours, 39 minutes after the fact

8. Maki:

   now that almost made my tea go up my nose! Thanks Dunstan :/

   Posted 7 hours, 31 minutes after the fact

9. Mark Wubben:

   Dear Dunstan, your foot
   there's nothing like that
   It stinks so much
   I'd rather be a hat

   My brother made me tell
   he likes fresh air
   so now wherever you look
   you won't find us there

   For we have abandoned you
   we left in the night
   we're in Holland now
   after a long flight

   With love,

   Dunstan's socks

   Posted 11 hours, 38 minutes after the fact

10. Matt:

    Quote from Blackadder:

    ..At Prince's House

    Edmund: Sir, if I may make so bold, a major crisis has arisen in your affairs.

    Prince George: Yes, I know, Blackadder -- I've been pondering it all morning.

    Edmund: You have, sir?

    Prince George: Yes -- socks! Run out again!! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any?

    Edmund: Sir, with your forgiveness, there is another, even weightier, problem.

    Prince George: They just...disappear! Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things and then selling them off.

    Edmund: (laughs) Impossible, sir. Only you and I have access to your socks.

    Prince George: Yes, yes, you're right. Still; for me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.

    :-)

    So, Dunstan, you are not alone in your plight.

    Posted 15 hours, 56 minutes after the fact

    Inspired: ↓ Dunstan

11. Dunstan:

    Both on the sock-, and sex-front.

    I loved Prince George's character, Hugh Laurey was just perfect.

    [Having just burnt the World's first, and only dictionary]

    George: Isn't it, er...Isn't it going to be a bit difficult for me to patronise this book if we've burnt it?

    Blackadder: Yes, it is, sir. If you would excuse me a moment...

    George: Oh, of course, of course. Now that I've got my lovely fire, I'm as happy as a Frenchman who's invented a pair of self-removing trousers.

    Posted 16 hours, 9 minutes after the fact

    Inspired by: ↑ Matt

12. Becky:

    What's that you say? You've lost your stockings?
    Good gracious! That's dreadful but not very shocking.
    We can't have you roaming the streets with feet bare
    (on second thought, maybe it will distract from your hair
    that you cut by yourself and resembles ... umm ... hay)
    but no! Here's what a good friend would say:
    “It’s a good thing you asked, I'll try to assist --
    Take a close look around and see what you missed."
    And now that I'm finished poking good natured fun
    I buckled right down and here's what I've done.

    I hunted through cupboards, I looked under beds
    (and it's time you made yours, you big sleepyhead).
    I looked in the hamper where I thought socks might be,
    But the hamper was empty with nothing to see.
    "Perhaps he's done laundry and forgotten to fold,"
    I thought to myself, and feeling quite bold
    I peeked in the dryer but found nothing there.
    Silly me! I'd forgotten that you only wear
    One set of clothes for months at a time
    (Although that's just weird and should be a crime).

    I searched by the sofa and under the stairs,
    The bathroom, the bedroom, and backs of the chairs.
    I was getting discouraged, I was feeling quite glum
    I found plenty of change but of socks, not a one.
    Then what did I spy but a pert wagging tail
    Attached to a puppy so hearty and hale.
    I bent down to pet her and to my surprise
    There were dozens of socks all in one size
    In a corner, piled up like a nest
    In exactly the shape a puppy likes best.
    I have to apologize, I thought you were sloppy
    But as it turns out, you lost your socks thanks to Poppy.

    Posted 17 hours, 25 minutes after the fact

13. Phil Baines:

    why is that when someone posts a poem, everyone who comments on it will reply in like manner?

    Makes me laugh ...

    Posted 1 week after the fact

14. Me:

    i love socks- and your poem is cool.

    Posted 1 year, 6 months after the fact

15. Ethan:

    WoW..

    Posted 1 year, 7 months after the fact

16. Bob:

    Sock are awesome! Woo Hoo I love Cheerios too. Now if i had a pair of socks with Cheerios on them that would be so cool.

    Posted 2 years, 1 month after the fact

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