My Husband's Socks

My husband has a bunch of socks He wears to exercise, They’re crew length, white and all the same, The kind he always buys. So how then does he pair them up When laundry time rolls ‘round And from the dryer, there they sit In one huge messy mound? No problem, since he’s found a way To make a perfect match. Each pair receives a marking So it stands out from the batch. The letters of the alphabet, With Sharpies, are employed To help identify the mates. (Compulsive, Dr. Freud?) Two A’s, two B’s and on and on Makes sorting such a breeze Until the socks get old and interest Fades by some degrees. So that is why I noticed On my husband’s foot a sock With letter C although its mate Has P writ large – a shock!