Odd Man Out

The pair should be headed for fame Behind, in the draw’r, out of aim. He was the one left, Not right; he’s bereft. The sock was not chosen for game. The sock was not chosen, and why? Embarrassing gaff, he could die. Uncool was his sole. Unsewn, had a hole. His match did not stop to say bye. The right, he returned, with his win. New left was alright with his skin. Ignored was old sock. Tossed out like a rock. He’s bitter and holey as sin.