Ode to Socks

It's silly, but we all feel this way sometimes...

Where art thou oh sock of mine?

I washed you and then put you in the dryer,

Where are you now?

I search and search,

Yet you are no where to be found.

I see your match sitting there,

On the table,

But where are you?

I need you,

For I will be in mourning,

For the rest of my life,

If I do not find you.

Reviews

[Sagemind]

My room is kind of small, so it's hard to lose socks. However, I lost other stuff and I know the unique pain!

[Courtney]

LOL!

[Wondering Mind]

This put a much needed smile on my face. Now, how many times has that happened to me?! They just seem to go astray sometimes, never to be found again!! Nicely done.

[Nansi London]

lol sounds like how i felt when i couldn't find the other foot of my favorite kneehigh, colorful socks. gaw! I shiver from the bitter nostalgia...shiver I say. I loved it..very humoeous. Got a kick out of it...wonder if hat was a pun....hmm...

London

[anneliese]

hahaha. thats exactly how i feel when i lose a sock! great job!!

[Spoken]

ha very cute. the great sock caper! Who is this smooth criminal that creeps in the night and swipes our comfy toe covers right under our unsuspecting noses? this is surely a conspiracy with sock companies and the dryer factories! I say no more! To the picket lines!

thanks for the smile :)