The Sock That Walked Away

Laundry day, a routine spin, Socks in pairs, neatly thrown in. The drum rolls, the water swirls, In this fabric world, a mystery unfurls. The cycle ends, I open the lid, A sock's gone missing, it well and truly did. I check the drum, the corners, and cracks, A sock disappearing, leaving no tracks. Where did you go, my missing sock? In the wash's spin, you just took a walk. I search and search, but you're always astray, gone without a trace, You're the sock that walked away. Maybe there's a sock land, where the lost ones meet, Having parties in lint, feeling quite elite. Or do they turn into dust, Or simply teleport? I've searched everywhere, in every nook, Even in the manual, I've had a look. A mystery unsolved, a tale so odd, In the realm of laundry, a curious prod. Where did you go, my missing sock? In the wash's spin, you just took a walk. I search and search, but you're always astray, gone without a trace, You're the sock that walked away. In this spin cycle saga, I'm losing my mind, Seeking a sock that I just can't find. A mystery unsolved, an endless quest, where you socks go to rest. So I wave the white flag, in this sock hunt game, No more searching, it's always the same. I head to the shop, with a sigh of relief, buying new socks... Ending my grief!