Sunday Blues

A Ballad of the Lost Sock

In the depths of the laundry room, a tale unfolds

Of a sock, alone and forsaken, left to wither and die

Its mate, a sneaker, a sole-mate, lost in the void

Together they once danced, in the washing machine's spin

But now, the sock lies, a solitary figure, a tragedy to be told

In the land of the missing, where the lonely wander

The sock's lament, a ballad, a sorrowful tale

Of love, loss, and the cruel whims of the washing machine's gale

May the sock's spirit rise, and find its mate once more

Or forever be doomed, to a life of solitude, in this laundry room's core