LOST SOCK MEMORIAL DAY
May 9 is LOST SOCK MEMORIAL DAY — the day we commemorate an inevitability we can all relate to: the sock you can’t find a mate to. You can search the floors and rummage through your drawers, but….well, let’s face it. It’s the dreaded….
CASE OF THE MISSING SOCK
Ozone hole, black hole,
Mysterious holes in space —
As a whole, no hole can match
The Great Sock Missing Case.
I faithfully put
Pairs of socks in the laundry —
How one of those pairs comes out
One-half pair is a quandary.
I look here and there….
I look everywhere —
Needless to say, there’s no trace.
One sock gone is weird —
Man, it just disappeared….
I mean, like it ain’t no place!
If it’s happened once,
It’s happened a bunch;
I wish I had the answer —
If only to post
It was spirited by the ghost
Of a dispirited one-legged dancer.
Whatever’s to blame,
Each theory seems defective;
It’s time to size up
The whole thing like a detective.
So, since we never lose
Underwear, shirt or blouse,
Logic says there must be
A socklifter in our house.
Don Frankel, and 2 others are discussing. 
The Observation Post 
scifihammy 8:36 am on May 9, 2015 Permalink |
haha You must be right! The dreaded socklifter! 🙂
There was an Ad ages ago about lost socks which made me laugh –
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mistermuse 8:56 am on May 9, 2015 Permalink |
Thanks for the Kool-aid — I mean, COOL AD. Maybe that’s the answer — every once in a while, a sock just decides to take off!
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arekhill1 9:54 am on May 9, 2015 Permalink |
It has been theorized that the spin cycle of the modern washing machine is capable of opening a wormhole through space and time. Someday, we will find a cave drawing of a Cro-Magnon person wearing one of your socks. Where he chooses to wear it we can only speculate.
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mistermuse 10:38 am on May 9, 2015 Permalink |
As long as he didn’t rummage through my drawers for it, I don’t care where he wears it….my socks are one size fits all.
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Don Frankel 6:40 am on May 11, 2015 Permalink |
Actually, other things go through the worm hole where Aliens from other Galaxies sell them in flea markets. The only difference is when they take our underwear or T-shirts we don’t have a lost other so we don’t notice.
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mistermuse 10:27 am on May 11, 2015 Permalink |
Don, that sounds so logical that maybe I should worry about losing a certain body part other than my eyes, ears, arms and legs (maybe my nose, maybe – who knows?)..
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Joseph Nebus 12:53 pm on May 11, 2015 Permalink |
I hadn’t had the word ‘socklifter’ before, but have now.
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mistermuse 4:32 pm on May 11, 2015 Permalink |
It’s a word I might have shoplifted from the subject of my next post (tomorrow), but I plead guilty to inventing it myself.
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