Secret Joy

Looked around to make sure he wasn’t seen Then with a self-mocking grin He put on the funniest pair. His face glowed in an unimaginable happiness Born of his fanciful whim And the secret was only known to him. He felt he had stumbled on a precious find To hide in his mind all day. His feet too felt tickled By those strange disparate mates How everyday sameness they hate. As for his shoes They hadn’t a clue. (he chuckled) Like is not heard the nocturnal bird’s wing They would never have inkling No one About this grotesque fun. It harmed nobody Not to know the secret of his feet All day he would be carrying with His selfish change-seeking self. When he sat and the trousers went up The sight of his own feet Almost gave him a hiccup. (he chuckled) Come boy if this is not boundless joy what is? Back home He threw them in the wash-tub Only to catch next morn her surprised stare. You’ve worn again Socks from two different pairs!