To Celebrate National Lost Sock Day, Here’s My Poem Titled “In Memoriam L. S. D.”
I'm not much of a poet, but to celebrate National Lost Sock Day, I wanted to lean on one of the greatest poems every written for inspiration.
In Memoriam A.H.H. was written in 1849 by Alfred Tennyson, and written as a requiem for his late friend, Arthur Henry Hallam. When most of us think about poems, we think of the short, cute ones that last maybe a page long or so. Not this one, this is a monster, which is one reason it's so incredibly popular, even today.
This bad boy was 90 pages long, and for the most part followed the ABBA rhyme-scheme. In fact, this poem made that scheme so popular, it's now often called the "IM" scheme.
Anyways, I took arguable the most quoted stanzas from the poem, which you can read HERE, and turned them into a poem suited for today's national holiday. A tragic one, that all of us can relate to.
Happy National Sock Day to you and yours, I hope you enjoy In Memoriam L.S.D.
I can only find socks I slept inThe captive socks that warm the foot,The evasive socks that when I look,Are never where I left them.I envy the beast that heatsHe shakes and dries with time,Unbothered by his accidental crime,My dryer must be the thief.Still, I miss all my forgotten socksThe millions that have all gone missing,Looking back I sit here wishing,That I would have just invested in Crocs.I hold it true, I miss them allWhen I buy new ones, I feel the cost,'Tis better to have worn and lostThan never to have worn at all.