ODE TO THE LOST SOCK
Lost socks.
Where do they go?
The answer to that,
I'd like to know.
Behind the bed,
Under a chair,
It beggers belief,
I've looked everywhere.
They go into the wash,
In their pairs,
Tied together,
then down the stairs,
Into the machine,
Then onto the line,
Left to dry
In the bright sunshine.
To collect them together,
Is my only goal,
But one from each pair
Must be in the
SOCK BLACK HOLE.
So the ones that are left,
I've made into a bag,
And morsbags.com
Is its tag.
I've taken the pics
Which are here on the site.
The socks have a new purpose,
I know I am right
They are recycled treasures,
Of that I am sure,
And no longer are pushed to the back of the drawer!