ODE TO A LOST SOCK

another musing

ODE TO A LOST SOCK.....or the BEAST Beneath My Dryer......

Lint and twine and all that’s fine

Is safe within it’s basket

Spinning my clothing round and round

Making it nice and warm

BUT WAIT! My favorite purple sock

It seems to have gone into hiding

I put it in with it’s partner

Not more than an hour ago

But now I have a single purple sock

Not two like there was before

It looks so sad and lonely

Without it’s counterpart

I turn the dryer hand over hand

To see if it may fall out

Once, Twice, now Three times

And still nothing but an empty drum

I think that I may cry and lament

For my soft and purple friend

I thought that it may stay with me

Comforting my feet on cold days

But now I’m left with one

Right foot seems so solemn now

Thinking of it’s missing companion

The beast beneath my dryer

Has claimed another victim

OH CURSED WRETCH THAT BEAST

THAT FESTERS BENEATH MY DRYER

TAKING MY PURPLE SOCK FROM ME

BEFORE IT’S TIME WAS THROUGH!!!

Oh... wait.... I dropped it....

It was right here on the floor

‘Twas not the beast, but myself

The klutz in front of the dryer door.....