Women Wear Coats

Women wear coats to my church. Hot or cold. Rain or shine. Even in the dead middle of the summer. You might see a woman in a coat at my church. Why? Because it's always cold at my church. We don't worry about the AC. Ours works very well. You can tell by the icicles hanging from the roof. Women wear coats to my church.

Being A Sock Must Be A Lonely Existence

Being a sock must be a lonely existence. First you are a pair, then you are alone. You roam somewhere far off without your twin with whom you co-existed. It must be lonely, this life socks lead. I wonder where do socks go when they disappear? They get lost somewhere between the washer, the dryer, and the laundry basket. Do they go where the lint goes? Do they float off into space? Do they just walk off and go to a far better place?