The Missing Sock - Poem by Angela Wybrow
This afternoon, I had quite a big shock:
I discovered that I have a missing sock!
I put my socks inside the washing machine,
But now one sock is nowhere to be seen.
I started my hunt earlier - had a scout around,
But, as yet, the missing sock is still to be found.
It's not hung on the line or the clothes airer.
It needs to be reunited with me: its wearer.
The socks were one of my favourite pairs:
Light blue with a snowy white polar bear.
They also had stars sewn with silvery thread.
I've looked on the floor and inside my bed.
With a missing sock, I've no peace of mind;
That missing sock, I simply need to find.
It has to be somewhere within the house -
Or maybe it has been stolen by a mouse!
That poor little sock is all lonely and lost;
I'll do anything to retrieve it: whatever the cost.
I'm feeling quite upset, as I really do hate
The thought of it coping without its mate.
With the missing sock, I am quite obsessed,
And, until I have found it, I will not rest.
That missing sock, I will keep looking for
Until it's safe and sound back in its drawer.
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