People’s socks can tell you lots,
About what they are and what they’re nots,
About whats they locks In a personal box,
And their bumps, bruises, scrapes and knocks.
Holes in people’s soles-
The trim upon the rim-
The bow that points the toe-
The hue beneath the shoe.
But what can tell you more,
Rather than staring at the floor,
Is some pleasant conversation
With your fellow homosapien