Laundry Spirits Poem by Jim O'Donnell

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