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.
Really like this poem. It's funny and I can relate. I like the sound of the socks too they sound nice. You write poems on just about everything and very well too. Keep them coming. I enjoy reading them!
Love it Angela, very funny, and we've all experienced this - I do hope you find your sock, they sound lovely. Perhaps you could write another poem when it turns up.
Haha :) this is an interesting topic to write about! It is like a wife without her husband... This is a great write! Keep penning... Titi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a proven fact that UFOs or the MIB love to steal socks or was it gnomes I read about..? ? ? ? hmmm gotta think and research some more washing machines with agitators like to chew up socks night gowns and undies...funny poem good laugh for the day..