The Sock Monster

There’s a monster in my dryer
This I know is true
Every time I wash my clothes
My socks go in by two

When I take them out
The thought uncurls my hair
I’m missing over half of them
One from every pair

I’m getting sick and tired
Of losing what is mine
From now on when I wash my socks
I’ll hang them on the line

                                      Thal Dixon
                                      Published first in
                                      Lady's Circle Magazine
                                      May 1991

                                               
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