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Ode to the Sock Monkey
The first one was made from spare yarn and a sock
Long before they made dolls that could blink cry or talk
Though originally made in only black brown and white
Red thread was added and it somehow seemed right
It’s a part of our culture, a doll somewhat bland
Though the children who have it, think it quite grand
White hands and feet with red yarn for hair
Its not male or female no need to go there.
Its design was simple, so a child could believe
The monkey could be what they wanted to see
No parts there to break, no movement or sound
When play time was done, they could just put it down.
Its face showed no fear, not happy or sad
It let the child use the imagination they had
It could climb any mountain cross any sea
The child only knows what limitations might be.
Sock monkeys might marry a nice teddy bear
They could keep any secret and go anywhere
They could keep a child warm on the coldest of nights
Or ease any fear, when someone turned off the light.
Never demanding their way or taking the lead
Only there to support and be a friend in need
Always dressed to the max for a night on the town
Or be ready for bed when bed time comes around.
A sock monkey’s life was not one some would choose
To be there more or less for someone to use
To be tossed in a corner or in a toy bin
But no matter what happened it remained always a friend ©.