Odd Sock

In the drawer, a pair did reside, Same color, same stripes, side by side. They danced and they walked, Till one vanished, no trace to abide. To the washer, they went, hand in hand, To rid themselves of dirt and sweat so grand. But alas, in the dryer, One sock was a crier, For its partner, it searched every strand. Weeks passed, and the mystery unsolved, Till in a T-shirt armpit, the missing sock evolved. It found its way back, From the laundry track, With a lesson, its tale has resolved. So remember, when laundry's the task, To keep pairs intact is no ask. For a panty hose snug, Keeps socks in a hug, And romance in the laundry won't bask.