Delores set the subject for this week's Poetry Monday. Trot along and see what others have posted here and here.
Bought in pairs, carefully matched,
All is well until wash day
My washing machine becomes
Couples enter together
Sometimes they are reconciled,
Sometimes they part for good,
When I’ve thrown out the odds,
Their partners turn up sneering.
And did you know that some shops
Sell pairs of mismatched socks?
Strangely they seem quite perfect -
The look rocks,
Not like my drawer of oddments,
My efforts to pair them
Is it wrong to wear odd socks?
For some it’s a fashion choice -
But inside me a little voice
'They don’t match.'