poems

__The Sock Poem__
Dedicated to my Loser Slam Family By: Dain Michael Down

When I wrote this poem I only owned one pair of socks And ironically enough, for the first time in my life I owned more than one pair of shoes I owned three, three pairs of sneakers Oh how I was living the high life Spoiling myself with three pairss of sneakers

But back to my one pair of socks That I had probably borrowed Ankle socks, with a gray heel and toe And here I am, my summer quickly coming to a close Eight plus weeks of flip flop wearing freedom were coming to an end

And this, is where my dilemma comes in One pair of socks Three pairs of sneakers Five days in a work week And twelve plus hours a day of foot wear wearing That comes out too...

Still only having one pair of socks

Damnit! What the heck was I to do? Surely you can't expect me to have worn shoes without socks? Eww, ugh, oh no Absolutley not going to happen That's just gross

So, what are my options? A mass sock stealing spree Do I dare try to pull off a heist Danny Ocean would envy? Go to jail for grand theft sock? Would it be worth it? Could I keep the socks?

Enough with the charade! I am a sock-a-holic My name is Dain Michael Down and I am a sock-a-holic I love socks I love soccer, socket wrenches, and rock'em sock'em robots One of my personal heroes, is Socrates

I have shed a tear for every sock that has gone missing in the dryer I've taken dryers apart and put them back together in search of my missing socks I have more spare dryer parts then I do socks

But there is hope Chris Rockwell, Conner Dooley, and I have come up with this theory A theory that states the four or so inches between the back of the dryer and the wall contians a vacuous portal that sucks our socks into a Narninian nation. The suction ultimately makes the world go round and the statis electricitiy caused, makes the sun shine But if you find me that wardrobe I will bum my way through and find all of our lost socks

I love socks And when I wrote this poem I only owned one pair It was a sad day in the life of this sock-a-holic A sad day indeed



__ Tire Swing Q&A __
Dedicated to my Aunt, Rebecca Panzer By: Dain Michael Down

As a 5 year old Tire Swing Q&A was my favorite class Held in an old Volkswagen tire Hung by yellow rope from the only tree in the side yard A tree that I now know My grandfather was just aching to cut down

His hobby, was making firewood for us to enjoy And I was his wood stacker And the day after I got too old for that tire swing The tree became ground level stump And really all that was, was a mahor obstacle when mowing the lawn

On days, when class was out I would squeeze myself in that tire Place my feet against the trunk, and take off Flying into the air, becoming my own superhero Protected by my red and black winter jacket and a hat my Nonnie made for me

I'd fly around the yard at super sonic speeds Punching out, Flying ninjas And fkying sharks And flying Bigfoots dressed as ninjas

When I wasn't Super Dain I was in class My aunts were my professers And would run class as a Q&A forum I'd ask Where do babies come from? Where did our three legged dog Max go when he died? What is the sky made of? And the question that had been nagging at me for so long... What does the middle finger mean?

I'm pretty sure, that if I hadn't already had life fingured out I would have asked 'what is the meaning of life' Every five year old has the meaning of life figured out

Life Is Christmas, birthdays, the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, watching Dumbo every morning for 2 years strait, and pin the tail on the donkey It's all about hot cocoa, dollar store toys, bubble gum, getting to drink 2 cans of soda at family parties, and mom forgetting to put you to bed until it's almost 9 pm

My philosophy was all laid out Life was good In a time when I believed that the earth was the floor Of the universe And that everything happened above us Not around us

But I knew, that in that tire swing The world revolved around me it was my world to discover, my world to save From ninjas Sharks And those Bigfoots dressed like ninjas