Laundry spirits all around
Stealing things without a sound
When I hang my washing out
Something missing there’s no doubt
An odd sock here an odd sock there
Drives me almost to despair
I wonder if in days gone by
Did my great gran have this, if not why?
Is my washing machine possessed?
Eating socks I do not jest
Doesn’t matter where I look
There’s certainly a mysterious spook
So laundry spirit in the sky
Please give me a reason why
A pair of socks I can understand
But just for one what is your plan?
I’m buying socks that look the same
So I can make up pairs again
So I will have one fewer grey hair
And stop you driving me to despair
08 03 2009
Chellaston
Wow! This is an awesome piece, humor poetry at its best for today.........Always looking for the half pair makes my head spin and drives me insane....Gosh! Im always in trouble like this...10+++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes I have been visited by the laundry spirit and I too now have a hundred pairs the same! ! ! Nice one!