How amazing are these socks by Kvast? I always seem to wear mismatched socks anyway but only because they tend to disappear as soon as my back is turned. Naughty little blighters.
I love the socks, they look real fun although as yet I have never worn odd socks but there's still time. Hearing you have trouble with missing socks too made me remember this poem by Shane Ward. I hope you like it.
Where do all the odds socks go? It drives me to despair. No matter how I wash the things One goes to, who knows where?
Ten socks inside a pillowcase And all of them are mine. I pull them out once they are washed To count them. Yep. There's nine!
What is it with these wash machines? I wish that it would stop. So many socks I've lost in there I could have filled a shop.
And why just socks for heaven sake? It simply goes too far I never lose a shirt, or vest, nor underpants or bra.
Could the thing be eating them? No. Somehow I think not. Nor is it some strange payment Like a laundermat type slot.
I wonder what would happen If so sad a day will come That in the wash machine I put Not two socks - only one?
And if I sit by that machine And Guard it like a sentry Would I be surprised to find The metal barrel empty?
Oh where do all the odd socks go? I'll never understand The only way I'll keep them all Is wash the things by hand!
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Those are really cute! I don't think I've ever worn mismatched socks, not even when I was a little kid, but maybe now's a good time to start;)
I love the socks, they look real fun although as yet I have never worn odd socks but there's still time.
Hearing you have trouble with missing socks too made me remember this poem by Shane Ward. I hope you like it.
Where do all the odds socks go?
It drives me to despair.
No matter how I wash the things
One goes to, who knows where?
Ten socks inside a pillowcase
And all of them are mine.
I pull them out once they are washed
To count them. Yep. There's nine!
What is it with these wash machines?
I wish that it would stop.
So many socks I've lost in there
I could have filled a shop.
And why just socks for heaven sake?
It simply goes too far
I never lose a shirt, or vest,
nor underpants or bra.
Could the thing be eating them?
No. Somehow I think not.
Nor is it some strange payment
Like a laundermat type slot.
I wonder what would happen
If so sad a day will come
That in the wash machine I put
Not two socks - only one?
And if I sit by that machine
And Guard it like a sentry
Would I be surprised to find
The metal barrel empty?
Oh where do all the odd socks go?
I'll never understand
The only way I'll keep them all
Is wash the things by hand!
Shane Ward
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