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.
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