Sock-In-The-Dryer Sonnet

A noisy tumbling - rhythmic, drumming, hot
becomes the soundtrack’s backdrop to my crime
I work for you for free an awful lot;
so, human family, now it’s payment time!

Clothes you thought were safely in my care
are endangered by my sudden appetite,
dancing in my warm wind – unaware...
a certain spotted sock attracts my sight:

Her pattern outlined beautifully in red;
o cycling, scarlet, fuzzy-footed dream!
Her partner turns his cotton socky head,
no longer to be matched as part of team.

So if you own a certain favorite pair,
know this: I swallow single socks! Beware.