Three Sox To A Pair. Poem by Mike Berriman

I have dozens of sox, for work and for play
Do you think I can match them, easy you say
I have odd sox in colors and so many black
Match two odd black feet, now that is the knack.

Too light, too holey, too dressy or plain bad
I can't find a match for the pair that I had
To play a few holes I need shoes and a pair
But not having sox, well it's not all that fair.

You would think after years an issue it's not
After so many birthdays a pair I have not
I think my problem starts deep in my drawer
My sox got on better when they lived on the floor.

I know the washer eats my sox every time
It eschews the wife's frillies and munches on mine
My sox come out mangled, and yes very clean
I think bad thoughts about that washing machine.

So when I play golf I mix, a blue and a green
Such a sartorial golfer the world's never seen
It helps zip with the score, I'm as bad as the rest
If I had a matched pair, I'd be as good as the best.

The answer is this, I need three sox a pair
Any other solution would not be that fair
I could lose one a pair and still manage a grin
What an elegant golfer as I chip for the pin.

So please read my press and prepare to donate
The odd sox you have before it's too late
If you give me your odds I will make three a pair
And play golf twice weekly with never a care.

MB 26/10/2005