Stopping by stairs on a frosty morning
after ( and with no disrespect to) Robert Frost
Whose sock is this? I think I know!
Its twin is in the laundry though
Oh why has Robert left one here
while all the rest grow white as snow?
Ach! Should I wash by hand? No fear!
I wouldn’t want that stink so near
my face, though if I hesitate
it might stay dirty till new year
It seems the only choice is scrape
the horse-poo off with soapy flake
I do not want the smell to creep
or mingle with my Christmas cake.
I spray the air with Forest Deep
and poke the sock down-in to steep
It takes an age to stop that reek
It takes an age to stop that reek.
Fianna (Fiona Russell Dodwell)
Fianna ( Fiona Russell Dodwell ) is from the Fife and Antrim coasts, and now lives in the Cambridgeshire Fens. Her first poems were published in Ink Sweat and Tears, and she has since had about 70 poems published, both online and on paper.
One thought on “Stopping by stairs on a frosty morning, by Fianna”
Claire Hadfield says
This is great- such a clever parody.