Wanda Daugherty Poet Rhyme

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?

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Gordon Mcconnell March 23, 2022 at 2:34 PM Great pen Wanda, really nicely done about the ordinariness of life. Have a great day, regards from Scotland, Gordon

Rico Leffanta December 7, 2021 at 11:05 AM Socks cling to defeat?

P.S. Awtry December 6, 2021 at 9:24 PM One of life's greatest mysteries! We need a cure for this ubiquitous malady! Enjoyed the rhyme and lilt of this fun piece :)