One Glove

A glove I found in the laundry; One glove only without a mate. Now imagine my quandary For imbalance in life I hate. So of course the search was on And that glove's mate I had to find; Until truly I was put upon When its partner I left behind. For time alas was not on my side And into the cold I had a date, So with one hand in my pocket beside And the one glove on was my state. Till do wah ditty ditty dum ditty do, There I was strolling down the street; Feeling like Michael Jackson it's true With that one glove groovin' to the beat. And the other hand in my pocket Maybe a bit like Alanis Morrisette; Sort of transgender like – don't knock it - Groovin' along, yes you bet. Till with one glove hand flying free And one hand in my pocket, I have no clue what came over me When to grab my crotch I couldn't stop it.