When I got up this morning
I could not find me sock
Not on the floor
Behind the door
Not in me boot or bed
One sock I've got
Can't find the other
Where can it be
I fume and shout
One sock "Where is it"
I ask, I beg
I've found it,
up me trouser leg!
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What a charming little poem! The subject matter is classic; we have all had that experience. I am sure your purpose was to entertain and bring a smile to the reader. In this, from reading the other comments, you certainly succeeded. I do wish I were capable of bringing smiles. I'm always so bloody serious. One small suggestion. In keeping with the dialectal diction, you might edit the line " can't find the other" to read 'can't find the t'other" That's wot me grand dam oost to saiy.
Oh goodness...I can hardly type for laughing. How often I have looked and looked and searched for something that was right in front of me and how this poem tied that human foible in with the 'urban myth' of the single disappearing sock. Very, very clever, well written and 'in character' too. I am seriously thinking of reciting it along with a little physical comedy skit to entertain my grandson, it is sure to become a classic laugh tag line in our house, that is if I can stop laughing long enough. Thank you for giving me such a genuine and jolly good laugh.