“Sock Dimension”
A poem by Frank Letras, 20th July 2010
It’s a well known fact,
That there is another dimension,
Where socks and gloves disappear to,
Just to cause a bit of tension.
I’ve never done some laundry
When I didn’t lose a sock.
No matter how often this happens
It’s always a bit of a shock.
Every time I do the washing,
I always take great care,
But the result is always the same,
A sock without a pair.
And socks are not the only problem.
“What of gloves?” I ask.
Try finding a pair on a cold day,
Almost an impossible task.
I wish the great minds of today
Would help me solve this mystery,
I’ve thought about it a million times
And only have one theory.
There must be an alternate universe
Where socks and gloves go.
They live ‘hand in foot’ together
This is just something I know.
There, they live in harmony
With fridge magnets and cigarette lighters,
If I could find this universe
I’m sure my future would be brighter.
Every time I lose something
My mind goes in a fog,
Like when I lost a shoe recently,
But that I blame on the dog.