The Sock
I saw it there in the road: A sock!
How, thought I, had it come there to be?
Did it endeavor to escape a foot?
Discarded and black as the blackest soot.
Yet now it's found to be in front of me?
This will not do; This never knowing.
Investigation! I must insist.
Immediately my day has to stop.
Following this crumb that had come to drop
I halted the traffic who were now pissed.
Approach did I, all the horns ablaze.
Undeterred, I cried out "No never!"
But soon felt I anything but smitten
To retrieve not a sock but a mitten.
Another disaster altogether.
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