What is it with the errant sock,

Which tends to scorn, to taunt and mock?

Into the wash I put a pigeon pair,

When the laundry’s back, one isn’t there!

It’s adopted a stunning camouflage,

And it will require skilled arbitrage,

To get the little sucker back,

Expertise I fear I lack.

If I don’t pay close attention,

They turn up in some 4th dimension. 

I resort to wearing spots with stripes,

A look that I can’t say I like.

Left foot red and right foot blue,

In the circs, what would YOU do?

© Caro Ness 2016