Oh, how I love you; oh how I hate you.
You make my achy calves find relief.
You prevent tired, burning legs, too.
You bring comfort to my remaining weeks.
You make my ankles squirm in discomfort.
You squish my toes in your gradient glory.
You are SO not sexy, despite your lacy edge.
Compression hosiery, I am grateful for your support.
And the existence of such technology is dreamy.
Alas, no better options! But I shall not whine (much), I pledge.