The Other Coast by Adrian Raeside for September 14, 2014

The truth is, washing machines produce extra socks.

Sock it to him Larry.

Is that Larry from PBS?

Socks go off into the Hose Zone.

I wrote a poem about this once:

There is a place, way down belowWhere lonely socks, like mushrooms, grow.

Each sock is of a separate kind,Two socks the same, you will not find.

And for each sock there comes a dateWhen it must go seek out its mate.

It seeks a sock both soft and clean,And so it goes to the washing machine.

And there each sock finds two brothers;Choosing one it spurns the others,

And off they go: one sock goes freeAnd one is left where two should be.

So when you go to do the laundryYou find you’re met with quite a quandry:

One sock is gone, where did it go?Where could it be? Well now you know.

Does Larry eat the socks or just add them to his collection?Maybe she should check the stomachs of the dogs. 43.5 socks, eaten by a Great Dane. whoa – that’s a lot of socks!

Erma Bombeck always told her family their socks had gone to live with Jesus,