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.