Sock Gnomes
They’re real,
you know?
Those
gnomes
steal
your
souls.
I mean socks.
They steal your…
socks.
Keep the doors locked -
it won’t matter.
Sock Gnomes will come in through the window - they’ll use a ladder.
Keep your socks
upon your feet, friend.
Tie them tight
while you’re asleep, friend.
Always dry them
on low heat, friend.
Sock Gnomes are
drawn to socks a’shrinkin’.
I once met one.
He said,
“My name’s Joe!”
I said,
“Whoa whoa bro,
are you a fucking garden gnome?”
He seemed offended,
as he said,
“I’m a Sock Gnome, bro,
and I’m here to
steal your stinky soles!”
“You’re outta luck,
you gnome named Joe,
I sold my soul a year ago!”
Joe rolled his eyes
and grabbed my foot,
he took a whiff and
seemed off-put.
My eyes left sockets,
As Joe the Gnome,
Removed my socks,
And stuffed his pockets.
So lock your home,
and guard your socks,
Sock Gnomes will come,
and steal your soul.
I mean… socks.