I saw this in our "Daily Mail" newspaper today, here in England, written by a lady from Derbyshire. I could identify with this mystery, lol, and I expect alot of you can as well. Love Kat
In our house is a drawer
Which is full of odd socks.
They appear from nowhere
And gather in flocks.
I don't know where they come from
But this I know for sure:
Each time I look inside the drawer
I see a dozen more.
There must surely be a planet
Where odd socks go to stay
To recover from the trauma
Of sniffing feet all day.
There they walk in perfumed gardens
And through fields of new-mown hay,
For the natives of this planet are
Odd socks that flew away.
So, if you find some of your socks
Have vanished without trace,
Just think how happy they must be
Up there in outer space
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