The Joy of the Free Sock

The Joy of the Free Sock
~~Miss Roxie

I think that I shall never know
Of such a mass rebellion
As when a sock goes in the wash
And becomes a common hellion!

You’d think a sock
Would just go around
And come back on it’s own,
But no!
There in the midst of cleansing
Amid the soap and foam,
All laws defied
Your laundry’s lied!
And let the sock go roam!

Those sounds you think you hear at night?
The ones you can’t explain?
They’re eerie, yet melodious,
They’re cheery, but yet strange?

That is the Laugh of the Free sock!
Doing a wild abandon dance!
No foot inside
To guide its stride
It Lives now
The Life of Shapeless chance!