Adventures in the Land of Vanishing Socks

In a land where socks go to disappear,

A mystery that's been here year after year.

One minute they're matched, a cozy pair,

Next thing you know, one's vanished in thin air.

The dryer's a portal to another dimension,

Where socks have a party, it's quite the convention.

They dance and they prance, oh what a sight,

While we're left with odd socks, try as we might.

I've searched high and low, behind the couch,

Under the bed, like a sock-hunting grouch.

But alas, they're elusive, these socks on the run,

Perhaps in Narnia, having too much fun.

So here's to odd socks, a quirky treasure,

They've given our laundry a unique measure.

A mystery unsolved, a chuckle well earned,

In the realm of lost socks, we all have turned.