the great sock escape

In the dryer, they spin and twirl, A sock parade, a cotton swirl. One goes left, the other right, They plot their escape in the dead of night. “Let’s flee this place, it’s getting hot!” Said the polka dot to the striped one, “Not!” With a leap and a hop, they make their dash, But end up tangled in a laundry stash! So if you find a lonely sock, Just know it’s off on a wild rock ‘n’ roll walk! While you search high and low, don’t you fret, They’re living their best life—no regrets yet!