“What’s happened to my socks?” he said,
his face flushed red.
“There’s not a match
in this whole batch.
All five of them have lost a mate!”
“A monster ate
them–I can tell–
phew! what a smell!”
He pitched them back into the tub,
turned knob to scrub.
He dried them, then
and found all ten.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
Freeda Baker Nichols 
Really funny, Freeda! :0)
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🙂 I love trying to write humor.
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A funny poem …you have begun…Really cute!
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🙂 Thanks.
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What a cute poem. Love it. D
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Thank you. I was half afraid to post this poem, afraid the sock monster might throw it out, like the socks! 🙂
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Funny one this time and I think the comment Gene made “If you were a one legged soldier” says it all. 🙂
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Yes. I think so too. That was funny.
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The sock monster has plagued me throughout my life. Cursed villain he is !
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🙂 Must be a universal problem. I’d really like to know what happens to those socks! Thanks for commenting.
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Cute! I remember my dad saying if he ever caught that one-legged man who had been stealing his socks, he was going to get him!
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It is definitely a mystery. Once, when Gene was complaining about the missing socks, I said, “Well, you have enough socks for an army.” And he replied, “If they were all one-legged soldiers!” 🙂
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