When I put on my socks, oh so bright and bold,
I justify my very existence, young and old.
For though they may not match, they shine so fair,
And with each step, I prove I care.
And thus, my sock collection, a work of art,
A testament to whimsy, and a playful heart.
For though some may say, "You're quite a mess,"
They just don't see, I'm truly the best.
For in my socks, I find my happy place,
Where fashion's rules, I freely erase.
And though they may be loud, and quite a sight,
They bring me joy, on this merry night.