6 Socks instead of 8

6 Socks instead of 8

I definitely know that this morning
8 socks went into the wash
And I know you won’t find this surprising
When I tell  you that, two of them got lost

Please can anyone out there
Tell me where do these socks go?
I do have my own suspicions
Abit far fetched of me I know.

Maybe the washing machine is a tardis
Where socks are beamed into space
A fast spin then sent into oblivion
Vanished without a trace.

Or maybe it could be the sock monster
A strange fetish I have to agree
Trainer, ankle, or knee socks
A varied diet and all meals come free

Yes sometimes I find myself looking
When next-door pegs her socks on the line
Check to see if there all matching
And to see if any are mine.

All odd socks are put into a basket
In hope that one day, that they’ll become a pair
Don’t hold your breath, this doesn’t happen too often
To be honest it is really quite rare.

I have even considered wearing odd socks
But somehow it doesn’t seem right
Wearing Thursday red sock on my left foot,
And a green Wednesday sock on my right.

My Dad’s socks were always hand knitted
They kept him warm, but they weren’t very soft
I don’t remember that his socks ever went missing
Infact I still have a pair in the loft.

So to all the odd socks out there
In a Tardis, or on a sock monsters plate
There’s nothing I find more annoying
To find six socks, instead of eight.