A poem about those pesky creatures who leave us wondering.
|They struck the drawer again last night
and took one sock, just like before.
They got into my room despite
the locked up windows and barred door.
I wonder why they take just one
each time they visit in the dark.
Must some official task be done,
or do they do it on a lark?
They must have feet the size of mine,
but who knows whether two or more.
All I know is eight or nine
have disappeared from my sock drawer.
Last night, what really wasn't fair
was which specific sock they stole.
They took the good one from a pair
and left the one that has a hole.