Sock

'Twas fool on the nuts,

did cool and tut

waiting for old,

ending with bold;

did hope afar,

and despair aclose

Fool on the nuts,

hitting none but putts,

ending with lemons,

without spicy smellin'

Blockhead did

and then he hid

under an hour

without a power

Was new

but few,

the joy of the morning;

Hard

as lard

the trouble afore him.

Did wish

to fish,

the fool did.

A loss

not hoped

he sought to ignore.

A fool!

He spake,

and none responded.

Weakling he were

companion he found

dragon he slayed

horror he stayed

A microscope in hand,

advanced he on friend.

"Bring me closer!"

cried the fool.

Fool he was;

wise, though

he became

On nuts did fools their folly contrive

of none happiness deprived

Nay, generous were they!

Father Time did 'low them more,

for fewer idols do they attract.

Believe it or not, after the fifth verse, that actually had a purpose. *shrug*

!Noah!