Ode to my Days-of-the-Week Socks
Want to know the day of the week?
Just look down at
my socks, my exquisite
days-of-the-week socks.
They are brilliantly polka dotted with
clementime dots on Sunday
and ocean dots on Tuesday.
No matter the day my feet will be cozy,
even in the arctic school.
My feet’s comfort solely relies upon my
days-of-the-week socks,
and they certainly do their job excellently.
Now my friends are jealous and they have good reason.
The bright dots and dates
are just so fly,
they out-sawg
my rainboots.
Statement of Purpose:
For this poem, my main focus of revision was word choice, like choosing snazzy colors in the second stanza.
Just look down at
my socks, my exquisite
days-of-the-week socks.
They are brilliantly polka dotted with
clementime dots on Sunday
and ocean dots on Tuesday.
No matter the day my feet will be cozy,
even in the arctic school.
My feet’s comfort solely relies upon my
days-of-the-week socks,
and they certainly do their job excellently.
Now my friends are jealous and they have good reason.
The bright dots and dates
are just so fly,
they out-sawg
my rainboots.
Statement of Purpose:
For this poem, my main focus of revision was word choice, like choosing snazzy colors in the second stanza.