Sat down to have my lunch
Took my sandwich's first bite
The dryer bell went off
As one would guess it might
Had to get the clothing out
Or it would be a wrinkled mess
Should have known better
Than to try and eat I guess
First thing that I noticed was
I was missing one white sock
Did a walk around to no avail
Now my lunch was on the clock
Through legs of pants and sweater sleeves
Inside the machine and on the floor
Where on earth could it have gone
I closed the window and locked the door
Anger and frustration mounting
I crawled beneath the bed
Nothing there, nothing but
Dust bunnies on my head
Where the hell could it have gone
Time flying I shouted down the halls
Were there more somewhere hidden
A sinister band of sock cabals
Then I turned toward the dresser mirror
And noticed accidentally by my stance
The white cotton fugitive clinging
Tightly... to the leg of my pants
Aaarrrrgh!
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Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)
PoetryFIRST PLACE COFFEE AFTER DARK WRITING CONTEST - JULY 2020 This collection has no particular category or message. They are errant thoughts and observations on various subjects. If interested, I hope you find some you enjoy.