Ode to My Missing Sock

In the dryer’s dark abyss,

Lies a sock I used to miss,

Once a pair, now all alone,

A lone wanderer in fabric's throne.

Where’d you go, my fluffy friend?

Did you find a socky end?

Join a circus, start a band,

Or simply get lost in Neverland?

Did you meet a dashing shoe,

Form a club for one or two?

Perhaps you’ve gone to sock-ade,

A life of leisure, unafraid!

Oh, dear sock, if you’re out there,

With lint and dust in disrepair,

Know that I shall never cease,

To search for you in socky peace.

So here’s to you, my fuzzy mate,

In laundry’s depths, you’ve found your fate.

And while I mourn this socky loss,

I’ll wear mismatched ones—like a boss!