Ode to the Missing Sock

Oh little sock, where did you flee?

You left your twin, you left poor me.

One moment warm, snug on my toes,

The next—a puff! And no one knows.

The dryer roared, the cycle spun,

And when it stopped... you were just gone.

Did you escape to sock Shangri-La,

With fluffy clouds and no faux pas?

Did static cling steal you away,

To live with shirts who've lost their way?

Are you now wed to a dryer sheet,

Living a life so soft and sweet?

Your partner waits, forlorn, confused,

A single sock—rejected, used.

I try to match him, but it's rough.

No other sock is quite enough.

And Annie the Porcupine, bless her heart,

Tried sniffing around to do her part.

She poked the basket, searched the floor

Then vanished, saying "Laundry is a bore!"

Oh rogue little rebel, cozy and sly,

Did you grow wings and learn to fly?

Or hitch a ride in my fitted sheet,

To take your leave discreet, discreet?

Wherever you are, I wish you peace,

But seriously—next time, at least

Just leave a note, or send a text...

This mismatched life has me perplexed.