Missing Socks Formed a Gang
Sixteen missing socks were two-stepping it good in summer’s twilight.
Their mates had gone home without them but what was their plight?
Were they mated with another or thrown out with torn paper white?
Sixteen missing socks decided to form their own little gang one night.
I know this may seem mean, and it is not really kind or right.
But I am tired of looking for my partner to find me with any kind of fight.
Being lost in the bowels of the laundry mat gives me a terrible fright.
I wish I could be found said the organizer, an argyle named Mr. Slight.
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