VORACIOUS APPETITE

VORACIOUS APPETITE My washing machine ate a sock today. This time it was a blue one. Last week, it had a taste for red And worse, it was a new one. I’ve read the user’s manual To make sure I’m doing things right, But I can’t find any reference To the wretched thing’s appetite. I now have a drawer full of odd socks, I’m completely inundated. I suppose they might come in handy, Should I have a leg amputated. But now I’ve found a solution. It was obvious I suppose. I’ve bought a pair of sandals. You don’t wear socks with those.