Did my wash on a Friday's noon that was partially fair,
I usually do it on Saturday's morning
revving up the Sunday's happy feeling,
as I folded my clothes, I ignored the presence of Cher...
then I noticed a sock was missing;
where was the time to go on hunting?
Later that evening I had dinner with my gal at Spark's,
but wearing two different socks
didn't feel comfortable, and although
she wouldn't see them...my nervousness did show,
" Why are you sweating? It's cool in here! "
Patty asked me sipping a cold beer.
" Who's that funny lady jiggling your striped sock? "
She splashed her drink on me...no time to duck!