Laundry

Laundry Ice cream's sweet, and love is gentle, Life in general rocks... But there's a mystery hanging o'er us... What happens to our socks?.. Day by day I do the laundry, Shirts and pants are on the square. Blankets,sheets are always present So is the underwear.. Yet from each pair a sock is missing... Stolen by some Grinch or elf? Or do they creep away in silence Each one leaving by himself?