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SiehYean Kiew

"The Dinkypoos" by SiehYean Kiew

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This was inspired by my dad, who went to work one day and came home with only one sock on... He insists that he remembered to wear both socks before going to work; and that he didn't take them off all day; and that he didn't go to the OT (operating theatre) that day either. How on earth he managed to keep both shoes on and lose one sock remains a mystery... or it did, until i discovered the culprits: the Dinkypoos!

dinkypoo (din’ kee pú), n., pl. dinkypoos (din’ kee púz): An obscure race of creatures believed to be originally from some eastern land, possibly China. They are small creatures, most measuring no more than three feet off the ground. Generally, they have pointed ears and large, hairy feet; their faces are pale, often described in the old tales as being white with pink cheeks, and small black dots of eyes; they have pale blue tummies and green bottoms, though the last point is as yet unsubstantiated with proof, and is somewhat debatable. Shy and nocturnal, they usually live in caves, though cellars and old, unused closets have also been known to harbour these creatures. The main point to note about the Dinkypoos is their apparent fascination with socks; they will steal socks or stockings anywhere they can, and hoard them in their dens. It is also said, however, that they never steal a matching pair, but always only one side. Thus, they are often credited - or blamed - when odd socks are found in the laundry, or when socks are otherwise inexplicably found missing (my dad's case comes to mind here...)
—taken from SiehYean's Guide to the Queer Folk

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"Eh? I'll tell you a story you've never heard
Nor'll ever hear again, by Merlin''s beard!
Of queer tidings and queerer beasts
Of the Dinkypoos from lands far east
For in grim caverns, dark and deep
‘Midst mountains wreathed in mists of sleep
They dance by night and dream by day
In those eastern lands far away.
Strange little things – how do they look, you ask?
Well now, to describe them would be quite a task!
Their faces are white; their bottoms are green;
Their hands are yellow with a golden sheen –
What’s that? Oh, their tummies are the palest blue
– More questions?! Mercy me, what’s a fellow to do? –
Let’s see: their cheeks, I think, are quite a pretty pink;
Their eyes are little round dots of India ink!
They’ve pointy ears and great, hairy feet
That can tap in time to the liveliest beat –
Good question, that – what do they eat?
For we all know that in the east, they have no meat!
So they live on porridge n’ cream all week,
And on Mondays they play hide-and-seek;
For Sundays are to check their pocketbooks,
For sitting down and tallying their loot –
For they’re thieves, those rascals bold;
But though they steal, it’s not for gold –
Nor coins, nor jewels gleaming bright,
Do they pilfer in the dark of night.
Not gold? What then, you say?
Strange that you should ask, for it’s plain as day –
Socks, of course! Lifted from the laundry as you sleep;
The older and smellier, the better to keep!
Blue and yellow and green and red
From inside drawers and under the bed –
One sock here and a stocking there
– but never, ever a matching pair!
And these they hoard, ‘neath mounds of cord
And take out to count whene’er they’re bored
But that’s not all – there’s more, you see
For just one night, fine as fine can be
They up and left, and journey’d west
To the sound of drums, like some marching fest
And under moonrise cold and pale
They cross’d the sea in a leaky pail
And now, just between you and me,
I know they’re here – I’ve proof, you see
For today I looked for my socks, but woe betide
– I couldn’t find the other matching side!
And if you think that this is all hogwash,
Then wake up tomorrow, and check the wash
And if you find an odd sock – hard luck
You’ll know that the Dinkypoos have struck!
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8 May 2008:-) Heidi Hecht
LOL, this one is funny! I imagined this being recited in an Irish accent. It just sounded musical like that to me. Now I know what to tell people when one of my socks goes missing.
*First comment sock hop*
14 May 2008:-) Katarina V. Baralić
Ha ha. Love it!!!!!!
25 May 200945 Siehjin
so that’s where my sock went! lol =D
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'The Dinkypoos':
 • Created by: :-) SiehYean Kiew
 • Copyright: ©SiehYean Kiew. All rights reserved!

 • Keywords: Dinkypoos, Socks, Thieves
 • Categories: Humourous or Cute Things, Mythical Creatures & Assorted Monsters, Juvenile, for Children, for Youth
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