When nobody's looking

Late at night when it's dark

And everyone's sleeping

The Sock Monster comes out

He lives in the dryer,

Socks come into the world with mates,
but, while doing the laundry, we find,
one mysteriously disappears,
leaving the other

I wish I owned all of the socks in the world
I'd keep one pair for me, and one for you
But all of the rest of the socks I'd

UNSOCKED

T'was the night before day
folding laundry with care
I found bunches of socks
But no matching pair.

These stockings

Smelly Socks,

Observing your every part

Listening to your beating heart

As I gently caress both your tiny feet

And slowly sway