|After the poem readings, Tom burns the first sock.|
Untitled poem by Julia:
Socks are for feet
But now we have heat
We don't want to wear them
So we will just flare them
|The younger ones participated also|
|Terry tosses his in. The fire chokes a bit, so while we wait for it to recover....|
Another Poem, titled
An Ode to the Odoriferous
by Tom S.
Oh you odoriferous foot sweaters you!
You stink to high heaven, P.U.!
I hate to do it, you've been so loyal.
But unless I do, my friendships you'll spoil.
Into the fire to meet your fate.
Oh the stench!
This can no longer wait!
|Bob makes his contribution. The Jennings, as part of moving preparations brought a bagful of socks with no mates. So anyone who came unprepared had something to burn.|
|And now we are all ready for summer - bring it on!|