Two Tiny Blue Socks

There's always been this mys-tery
In every laundry room,
How one half of...a pair of socks
Could meet some form of doom.

There never was a sign of struggle.
No blood, no ghastly gore,
Just suddenly, one little sock,
Would cease and be no more.

The standard wisdom said 'just wait'...
One day it will show up,
Its probably underneath a bed,
Hauled off by Rover's Pup.

But as time passed, the problem grew,
More socks would turn up missing,
I think its time that we woke up...
And did a little listening.

Our home now has an extra set,
Of tiny little feet,
And easier, this tragic fate,
Twill be for them to meet.

For now, a sock that once was big,
Is now so very small;
So I'm afraid, that once they're gone,
They'll not be found at all.



Think of all the tears ahead,
When a frog sock goes away,
And the frog sock mate, forever now...
Alone, shall have to lay.

The Dragon socks, or the Dolphin socks,
Could also share this fate...
Then spend their life in the 'lost sock bin',
Longing for their mate.

A larger sock might stand a chance,
Of one day being found,
But these poor tiny mini-socks,
Are gone, without a sound.

They leave behind a lonesome mate,
And five cold tiny toes,
And where they went's a mystery
That no one seems to know.



The Shark socks met a watery grave,
Deep beneath the sea,
And the Dragon socks that had a dream...
It's dream, shall never be.

The tiny Cat and Doggie socks...
Were lost in a high-speed chase,
And the Pirate sock will drift at sea...
Its now without a face.

Someone needs to solve the mystery,
Before it is too late,
For all the future lonely socks
That face this same dark fate.

Who will rise to stop the slaughter
Of these tiny little socks,
Whose countless victims stand inside
Yon' laundry door, and knock.

Crying: "Save us from our lonely fate,
Don't let us each be lost,
Imagine what our totaled loss,
In dollars, it would cost".

Like an engineer whose lost his job,
The only life he knew,
These little socks, without their mates,
Have nothing left to do.

So if you see a tiny sock,
Hidden beneath the stove,
Or stuffed under a spare cushion,
Or trapped in a hidden cove.

Pick it up, and take the time,
To see that it gets home,
End its pain and suffering...
Its dismal life alone.

And all the little single socks,
Will give you a salute,
So they can get right back to work,
Inside somebody's boot.

For you will set a prisoner free...
For many future walks,
No longer sad, no longer blue,
You've saved our little socks.

"Thank-you sooo much!"