I am a Blue Sock
I am a blue sock.
I'm the bluest sock there ever was.
There never was a bluer sock, because
I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz.
We worked together as a pair.
We lived a life of quiet pride.
We'd protect those two feet - me and
My hundred percent cotton bride.
Did this life of duty bore her?
Or make her want to play with fire?
She followed her desire - and so,
After work we went into the dryer.
She danced and played, rolled and tumbled
With so many other socks that day.
Then she paired up with another,
Leaving me to forever say...
I am a blue sock.
I'm the bluest sock there ever was.
There never was a bluer sock, because
I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz.
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