The Land of Missing Socks
Have you seen
A washing machine
When it rattles and rocks
When it opens up a portal to
The land of missing socks
In the middle of its spin
Vibrating violently
A washing machine
Can tune itself in
To this land’s frequency
A glowing portal opens up
In the middle of the drum
An escape route for
Adventurous socks
But it’s only big enough for one.
By Mark Megson.