An Ode to Socks…

One sock, Two sock, Red sock, Blue sock,

From the singles pile you wish you could walk

Out of the laundry room to find your perfect match

Who you haven’t been with since the last whites batch.

As a couple you entered this house to live,

Your warmth, reinforced toe and comfort to give.

Now without your mate you lie forelorn,

Useless and without two feet to adorn.

Dejected and humiliated you wish to know,

To what unfortunate fate your mate did go.

Did she accidentally get paired with  a sock more her type?

Perhaps an athletic anklet with a handsome stripe.

Or might she have found someone a little more daring?

An argyle knee high who’s a little more caring.

To be honest, I’ve seen her all over the place.

Wedged in the couch, on the dinner table, behind the vase.

She’s a feisty devil who’s determined to be,

Single, unattached and completely carefree.

I’ve asked the kids to get her and bring her back

To the laundry room and toss her into the stack

Of sweaty old t-shirts, undies, and towels

But that request is always met with cringing and howls.

So, your only hope, sad and lonely GoldToe,

Is that one of the kids’ chore lists will  plainly show

The task of sock matching must be done

Before T.V., video games or anything fun.

The day of slothful children is soon coming to a close

Out the window excuses and disorganization will go.

So one sock two sock red sock blue sock

Prepare for a sweet reunion at the strike of the clock.

Let it be known that all single socks will be paired up by the end of the day.  And the end is near for any leftover singles.  Be prepared to face the dust rag box or the … (gasp)… the trash.

Thanks to everyone who left a comment about chore systems.  I’ve gained lots of insight and am formulating a plan as I type.  Remember, the giveaway ends tonight!