THE ODD SOCK

THE ODD SOCK There we all were, waiting to be let out From that long spin wash and tumble dry Now we are a heap of socks on the bed They’ll match blue and blue, red with red Pairs tucked together, I don’t know why A mate is missing, and there’s no doubt I am unclear what my future may be As one odd sock, laying here alone A search may begin but not be found Left behind in the basket, I’ll be bound If I end up solo, my situation’s blown None will bother solving the mystery I’ll be waiting with growing anticipation Unless they decide to abandon the search My partner just like me, is a dark maroon And I hope that he’ll be found very soon I really hate being left here in the lurch As one odd sock has limited application