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?
Copyright © Wanda Daugherty | Year Posted 2021
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