My Runaway Socks And Their Socksual Adventures

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Oh no, not again!

My socks have gone astray

Into the washing machine, they’ve been whisked away

Leaving me with a mismatched pair to wear

I shuffle along, feeling quite bare

One black, one white, it's quite the sight to see

But I can’t help but laugh at my own misery

I check the drum, but they’re not inside

My socks are on an adventure, it seems, far and wide

Maybe they’re climbing mountains or sailing the seas

Or maybe they’re just lounging somewhere with ease

My socks may be lost, but they’re still out there

So I have let them go, let them roam and explore

And when they return, they’ll have tales galore

Of all the fun they had, and the sights they saw

And my feet will be happy once more.