Poem -
Where does that one sock go?
I wonder where that 1 sock goes..
When put in the machine..
In they go as a pair to get them nice and clean...
But when the wash is over and I go to take them out .
2or 3 are missing,what is that all about???
Is there some lonely hearts where all the odd socks meet..
Maybe a site like us humans have
But instead it'd "Plenty of feet"..
I have a huge big bag .
Of socks that just don't match..
And after another wash I've added to that batch...
It really is a mystery..where the odd socks go. I'll probably go on wondering and never ever know..
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Pauline, this is amazing, and I can't tell you how many times I've wondered the same thing....I've pinned this one, cause it's cool and I do enjoy poems not written about conventional things (love, hate, memories of the past, politics...) believe it or not, but I've had several meaningful conversations on this matter, the best advice I've ever gotten is to buy only 'black' socks....you have a good sense of humor and this one made me laugh, I'll make a not to read more from you, not tonight though, long day....pleasure reading you, cheers poet
Aw Thanks so much Christopher,glad it made you laugh.