The Odd Sock

A pile of washing
With an odd sock
It’s not funny
So don’t mock

To a scientist
It’s a singularity
Which creates
Some hilarity

Was it political
Did they fight
Was one left
And the other right

Can’t be religion
Neither was holy
Together they lived
Never showily

A single sock
Needing a soulmate
Where to find it
Perhaps a date

All alone
On a washing line
Hangs its partner
In warm sunshine

Being odd
Is no fun
So i’ll unite them
In the sun

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