You know we’re here to help.
Supporting is how we get through,
You only have to yelp!”
“Just look around the circle, Sir,
There’s not but friends you’ll see.
Get the whole thing off your chest,
Then Madge will serve us tea.”
“It started much as any day,”
He said. And then he sighed,
“A run together in the dawn,
I was so proud, I cried.”
“Then changing for the workday, but
A load of laundry first.
Who knew that act would be her last?
‘Twas like we both were cursed!”
“So innocent as soap went in,
Naive as buttons pressed,
Then watched as clothes began to swirl,
And tumble with the rest.”
“All was well until the load,
Was moved into the drier.
We were watching it together as
The heat was getting higher.”
“Then she was gone, t’was just that fast,
My love was there no more.
And all I had was memories
Of what we had before.”
“I’ve tossed it round within my mind,
There really is no doubt
As a pair of socks, we two went in,
As a single, I came out.”
Yes, we voted on a theme,
Then each put on our thinking caps
And hurried to our screens.
So you know the theme 's official,
It was on the internet,
Today's Lost Sock Memorial Day,
Join us in our SOCK regrets!
Karen of Baking In A Tornado: Ode
to a Sock
Dawn of Cognitive Script: Ode to
My Sock
OK, now you've got me feeling sorry for a sock!
ReplyDeleteThe power of words . . . like Karen, I'm feeling sorry for that sock, too!
ReplyDeleteSmiling. And glad that I have never ever lost a sock in the wash. I would feel so guilty to tear lovers apart.
ReplyDeletehappens all the time.....I'm glad there's a support group
ReplyDeleteMy theory is that socks sometimes travel through a time warp in dryers, and end up in a different universe. What else could cause the missing socks syndrome?
ReplyDeleteMissing of socks happens sometime while washing along with other clothes...
ReplyDeleteWhen I read about the heat of the drier, I worried that maybe a favourite silk shirt or similar was in trouble. I didn't think about a sock.
ReplyDeleteTruly you are a poet, author and much better at story telling than I am.
ReplyDeleteDawn aka Cognitive Script
and. Spatulas On Parade