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