Socks, Shoes and Glasses
The joy of finding something whole is truly quite fulfilling,
But when your socks are full of holes it really is quite chilling.
I'd like to tell you what I found! I'm sure you are aware!
Forty socks in my drawer and not one of them a pair!
I'm looking for my shoes, I left them on the mat,
Only a couple of feet from my coat and hat.
I dozed off for a moment, on awakening they had gone:
I wondered if they'd wandered far, or who had put them on?
My glasses have a habit of playing dirty tricks!
They vanished in the garden while on a pile of bricks.
They've turned up in a taxi and were discovered on a train;
But how do I get them back, from that very fast flying plane?
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