25 August 2012
I watch them as they tumbled Around and around Hidden in the bubbles Where we can hear no sound
What are they thinking As they gently sink below Deep in suds of rainbow Their colours telling tales of woe
I know what they are doing But do not like to tell In case you think I'm drinking Or not feeling very well
They are plotting their revenge And ultimate escape To take over management And see what trouble they can make
For you see they go in two by two Like Noah's lovely ark But only come out singly On holiday-or something dark
It is of socks that I am speaking Those most befuddling beasts Their only wish to give a scare And plot and over throw
To take control of everything To rule others with a rod of iron A great parliament of single socks Colours like rainbow jewels Their motto seen too clearly "black socks rule ok"
What happens to the other sock? God does only know But methinks it's something nasty Something sinister and really awfully dark A grim reaper for the sock world Or Could it be a shark?
The Great Sock Dilemma • Opuss № I