He makes quite an impression
The chair knows who he is -
forget memory foam -
It hears him coming,
catlike and unshod,
and braces for the slump
He sports a dark blue sock
with an emerald toe
and a furry one, ankle-patterned,
Got another pair like these, he says,
somewhere,
I wouldn't bet on it, I say
Outside, the clink of recycling,
the dog lets rip a volley of ire
Don't tell him to put a sock in it,
he needs no excuse, he says
There was this Great Dane on the News,
couldn't stop retching
They opened him up
and found forty-three socks
and a half,
all the colours of the rainbow,
Just proves that silver technology
can't be any good for you
No, I say, I imagine not,
Makes you wonder what happened
to the half,
the other half,
Well, it wouldn't make a pair,
he says, that's for sure
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/sep/04/great-dane-portland-eats-43-socks-hospital-wins-prize
