Alice In Wonder

Alice in Wonder Alice in wonder, landed a handful From depths of a dryer eerily playful Another sock missing, the dryer she’s dissing A goblin within she fears is hissing Disgusted by waste, calls Scotland Yard in haste Thoughts of buying more socks, she repels with distaste Sherlock investigates, Watson pontificates No clues can either sleuth contemplate Stepping through the door, she’s compelled to learn more But finds herself falling; the dryer has no floor Through the hole she plunges, a Mad Hatter lunges And finally all doubt expunges The rabbit hole clan, before her stands Socks used as ear warmers looking so grand So Alice climbs out, with a boost from a mouse Vowing no more socks in her washer to douse She’s barefoot now, folks, this is no joke Sock expenditures had left her broke * Entry for Paula's "Why do dryers eat our socks?"