I wonder if any of you know
When men's socks vanish, where do they go?
Perhaps it's true as folks suggest,
Martians take some and leave the rest

For reasons out beyond the stars,
They need one sock of yours on Mars!
Or here's a thought--perhaps debatable
One sock is made Bio-degrade-able!

But the best idea--the greatest notion
Comes to us from near the Ocean.
A New York man says in his drawers
Are socks that might match some of yours!

He thinks there should be some device
And possibly it would be nice-
If match-ups could be somehow made
Through systematic One-sock trade!

The time has come for such a change.
And hence--A New York Sock Exchange!!

�Steve Loy
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without written permission.


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