Loretta Haynes

The Mystery Socks - Poem by Loretta Haynes

On a fall breezy cool dark night my mom said' Hey please find all of your socks. I cannot find them, I cannot find them I said. I cannot find them, not even under your bed. Are the socks flying somewhere in the air? Or are they even behind the chairs?

I have looked in the Chester drawers, the closets you see. Could you have buried the socks under the tall tall tree? No I said I would not hide my socks it is true. I would not hide them not from me and no mom not from you.

The socks! , the socks! I always have one but he other socks just seems to be gone. I will become super sock finder the best in the land. I will find the other socks this is getting out of hand.

So I get up early in the morning and I look all around but the matching socks just cannot be found. I look in the bathroom, and all over the floor. I look behind my pillows and behind the doors.

It is time for me to become the super sock finder with my sock cape and mask. This is a real problem but I will handle this tough task. I go outside and get on my knees. I dig in the ground and I shake the trees. Oh where Oh where can the other socks be? Are they having a party? Have they run away from me?

I will not give up because I am super sock finder you see. Those socks have not seen the last of me.

I go the neighbors and ask the policeman too. I ask my sister and all of my friends and even the dog, is this the end? Oh no Oh no what can I do? I have looked everywhere and this is so so true.

I hold my head down and give my mom a sigh. Those socks are gone with a tear in my eye. Then that very night I heard something so strange. It sounded like a party and it seem to call my name. I slowly opened the dryer door and yelled hurray! hurray! The mates of my socks were all here to stay. To this day I wonder how my matching socks suddenly appeared. It does not matter because they are all here! .

Topic(s) of this poem: mystery

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a fun story and poem of how start off with two socks and the dryer seems to be the escape for the one of the socks.

Comments about The Mystery Socks by Loretta Haynes

  • Kelly Kurt (11/22/2015 7:19:00 PM)

    Now could you help me find mine? : -)
    Thanks, Loretta
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  • (11/22/2015 1:00:00 PM)

    lol...my friend was once alarm when his socks
    were all gone. it was the maid did it. she washed
    and keep it neatly in the drawers...nice write
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2015

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