Sockless

This poem is courtesy of guest writer 'Sistine' from Florida. She makes some mean brownies as well as being an excellent writer. Just don't ask her for directions.

A thatch of golden hair
Eyes blue as the sky
Quite the pair
On this tall, thin guy
His appearance is not rough
When he stands
The hem hides enough
He perches on a chair
And my eyes attract
To the ankle bare
With a small amount of tact
The crescent of unclad skin
On this ankle lean
Proceeds the foot in
A shoe of size thirteen
This young fellow
Devoid of socks
May still grow
To his mother's shock
He is but twenty
The boyish twinkle in his eye
And impish grin has he
Will remain as time goes by
***
He now wears loafers
High tops and laces gone
Reading the morning paper
As he waters the lawn
Once a sockless dude
Now a sockless man
Ankles still nude
Have kept that slight tan.