They can’t live in pairs
On wash days 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
Wendy Cope, The Sorrow of Socks
In my head every time I hang laundry
They can’t live in pairs
On wash days 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
Wendy Cope, The Sorrow of Socks
In my head every time I hang laundry