Lost Socks
So many socks lost
we soon lose count
in washing machine
the mystery mounts
socks disappear
wonder and doubt
two socks went in
only one came out.
Comments
Gosh, rhyme is catching
Taking lost sox
Now underpants
It has gone flummox ?
They're in collusion, there is no doubt,
These socks that went in but never came out,
Though you wouldn't know, wouldn't see at first glance,
They're forming a gang with lost underpants!!!!!!?
J. ?
A strange phenomenon, this is true,
Happens to me as well as you,
The solution of mine is to simply not care,
Wear mismatching socks as I dare!
I've heard it said and almost believe,
Where they go when they leave,
They take on a new shape and form,
Into extra Tupperware lids they transform!
dk I know the problem
But please spare thought for sox
With little minds they lose their way
And suffer painful flummox
I gotta watch myself dk
Just comment on your poem
And not get lost like little sox
And create one of my own
Just look at like's you'll see me
Enjoying what you've writ
A good poem of holey? sox
To which I've add a bit ?
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Heart of Lead
Sat 30th Mar 2019 00:24
My complaint as well, tis a mystery
Or perhaps clothing gone missing
Can be attributed to past history
Thus I’ll blame it on sisters snatching
To be fair, I’m not exactly innocent,
“Can I wear this dress tomorrow?”
But my favorite shirt, I do lament,
At least I return what I borrow!