… an advertising endorsement on a cardboard tag attached to
a pair of new socks which someone I knew found in a desk drawer
in their new office (or should I have called it ‘brown study’)!
The next incumbent found them at the back
of a desk drawer: unopened; kept in case.
The trite endorsement on the cardboard pack
guaranteed every woman would chase
the sporter of these elasticated
brown socks. So, why had they never been worn?
Maybe his blonde secretary hated
being recumbent if he kept them on;
maybe his wife bought him deodorised
versions; perhaps he required more support,
especially if said spouse had surmised
why he was late every night; caught short.
He had had to vacate his office and
forgot these. Brown was the colour of it,
she’d thought. We always try to understand
and bless their cotton socks that never fit.
And their over-stretched imagination
envisages that we’ll believe all lies.
Now The New Boss, with anticipation,
severs the link and finds they are One-Size.