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Apr. 19, 2014 Day #66 Monologue Mania
The Joy of Sox
by Janet S. Tiger
© 2014 all rights reservedtigerteam1@gmail.com
(A man comes out onstage, he has a very big bag of….socks. Which he opens up, and dumps on the ground, stares at audience in hostility.)
I know that nowadays, everybody has a fascination with things that, when I was younger, were never discussed in public.
These private functions were discussed behind barns and in closets where they belonged, with snickers and giggles, because the images were funny….and never, ever referred to in front of…(whispers) the children.
But now, things are ….different.
Which is why I like to return to the simple things in life – the joy….of socks.
Let me explain why I can discuss this publicly.
Here is a pair of socks.
(He holds it up to illustrate)
They are happy, perfectly matched. Watch as they are mated together, to be kept in a warm, happy drawer until they make someone’s feet very cozy…
(He takes the two socks are puts them together, opening the top of one pair and enclosing the other, suggestively)
Now see these socks……
(He picks up a sock with a hole in it.)
How could this bring joy?
Because if you look at this sock, you see the years of faithful service…..judging by the size of the hole, many years!
(He pokes his fingers through the hole, wiggles them around, suggestively)
And notice how smooth the material has become, how gentle against the skin.
(He rubs the sock against his face, smiling)
And look at all these socks…..
(He now gets animated, sits down and starts putting on a new pair of socks, smiling.)
Some are matched, but others have lost their partners, it doesn’t matter to my feet!
(He picks up the others, holding them to his chest.)
They are all different styles and colors, yet they do not fight! They do not start wars, they do not argue over who did not put the toilet seat down! They are happy! They are content to make others happy! They are…….perfect!
(He pours the socks over his head, shivering in ecstasy, rolling in them.)
(Going wild) I love them all! Why can’t anyone understand this? They don’t argue with me, or ask to borrow the car? Or want to marry drunks! They hurt no one, and they only give joy! And that is why, I cannot….no…I will not!..... discard these socks. And if my wife wishes me to do that, she should be coming here to see a therapist, not me!
(He gathers the socks, and puts them lovingly back in the bag, starts to leave.)
You’ll have to excuse me….I think I need to go change….my socks.
(He exits, tiptoeing. The end)
Janet S. Tiger 858-274-9678
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
- for a whole year!
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues, please
scroll down for the previous days or go to http://www.monologuestore.com/ -click on the Monologue Mania button please scroll down.
To start at the beginning - Feb. 13, - click here.
For a list of the blurbs from each day, click here
Help a playwright and get more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site!
-------------------------------
Only 299 days to go!
Apr. 19, 2014 Day #66 Monologue Mania
The Joy of Sox
by Janet S. Tiger
© 2014 all rights reservedtigerteam1@gmail.com
(A man comes out onstage, he has a very big bag of….socks. Which he opens up, and dumps on the ground, stares at audience in hostility.)
I know that nowadays, everybody has a fascination with things that, when I was younger, were never discussed in public.
These private functions were discussed behind barns and in closets where they belonged, with snickers and giggles, because the images were funny….and never, ever referred to in front of…(whispers) the children.
But now, things are ….different.
Which is why I like to return to the simple things in life – the joy….of socks.
Let me explain why I can discuss this publicly.
Here is a pair of socks.
(He holds it up to illustrate)
They are happy, perfectly matched. Watch as they are mated together, to be kept in a warm, happy drawer until they make someone’s feet very cozy…
(He takes the two socks are puts them together, opening the top of one pair and enclosing the other, suggestively)
Now see these socks……
(He picks up a sock with a hole in it.)
How could this bring joy?
Because if you look at this sock, you see the years of faithful service…..judging by the size of the hole, many years!
(He pokes his fingers through the hole, wiggles them around, suggestively)
And notice how smooth the material has become, how gentle against the skin.
(He rubs the sock against his face, smiling)
And look at all these socks…..
(He now gets animated, sits down and starts putting on a new pair of socks, smiling.)
Some are matched, but others have lost their partners, it doesn’t matter to my feet!
(He picks up the others, holding them to his chest.)
They are all different styles and colors, yet they do not fight! They do not start wars, they do not argue over who did not put the toilet seat down! They are happy! They are content to make others happy! They are…….perfect!
(He pours the socks over his head, shivering in ecstasy, rolling in them.)
(Going wild) I love them all! Why can’t anyone understand this? They don’t argue with me, or ask to borrow the car? Or want to marry drunks! They hurt no one, and they only give joy! And that is why, I cannot….no…I will not!..... discard these socks. And if my wife wishes me to do that, she should be coming here to see a therapist, not me!
(He gathers the socks, and puts them lovingly back in the bag, starts to leave.)
You’ll have to excuse me….I think I need to go change….my socks.
(He exits, tiptoeing. The end)
Janet S. Tiger 858-274-9678
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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