What a shock. Have you heard?
This elopement is so absurd.
The forks declared their undying love
To the socks who lived above.
Eating veggies with a spoon is lame
As my ill-clad feet hide in shame.
I wouldn’t have minded a few forks and pairs of socks going astray.
But ALL* of them.
Who has ever heard of missing forks?
Spoons, knives, and those treacherous socks – YES.
But the forks?
They are normally so well behaved.
I finally decided to do something about the fork situation.
Tonight I found 8 (mismatched) silvery forks with shiny tines
and a purple swirled mug for $1.25 at the thrift store.
I’m still waiting for the socks to come home.
I’m an optimist.
* Okay. Not all of them. Out of a service of 12 forks, I can only find 4.
Out of all my socks, maybe two have sole mates.
Can anybody relate? Anybody?