The sorrow of socks
Some socks are loners –
They can’t live in pairs.
On washdays they’ve shown us
They want to be loners
They puzzle their owners,
They hide in dark lairs.
Some socks are loners –
They won’t live in pairs.
The sorrow of socks
Some socks are loners –
They can’t live in pairs.
On washdays they’ve shown us
They want to be loners
They puzzle their owners,
They hide in dark lairs.
Some socks are loners –
They won’t live in pairs.