Do you ever start to think,
About those weird things that take place...
Like how come those socks go missing,
Gone without a trace...
Then it’s not until you throw the odd one out,
Does it magically reappear...
Returning somewhat worn....
This mythical turn of events
Is certainly unclear...
Some suggest there is a black hole,
Which is found within the dryer...
A parallel dimension,
Where these beings,
All conspire...
A super sock factory,
Which is way beyond belief...
Which also has those odd thongs,
And them missing pair of briefs...
The legend says they are like bower birds,
Collectors if you please...
Stealing TV remotes,
And all those shiny sets of keys...
How many arguments would have occurred,
While they play this little prank...
All those times we did our block,
We’ve got those aliens to thank...
But eventually they will return,
With our possessions that they took..
And it’s funny where you find them,
In the last place that you look….
Len Newey 2015