T'was the night before day
folding laundry with care
I found bunches of socks
But no matching pair.
These stockings were hung in a bag on the door
a clever device where my socks could be stored.
But somewhere between being dirty & clean
the socks seperated and haven't been seen
when not long ago I had a full set
now I have stragglers and I'm so upset
I've searched behind the washer and dryer
I've searched down low then higher and higher
yet no matter where I look for these socks
I won't get to find them 'til one of them talks.
Then there's the mystery of changes in hue
one black one, one charcoal, one brown and one blue
They seem to match, except for the color
one keeps its brightness and another gets duller
When unloading them one always looks better
In spite of washing them all together.
Should I buy a new pack to solve all my troubles,
throw out the singles? or keep them for doubles?
How do I fathom the escaping attire?
where do socks go 'tween the washer & dryer?
And why only one of each pair disappears?
why don't they vanish along with their peers?
I suspect it's a plot by the sock industry-
If you keep losing one You'll buy new ones, you see.
I'm completely dumbfounded and left with no clue
as Unsocked mysteries Often will do
But They do go on feet (no riddle to unravel)
I suppose socks were just meant to travel.
28 September 2005
Unsocked (poem)
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