Odd Socks

[Instrumental Intro] .... [Verse 1] In the morning rush, I leap from my bed, One sock on my left foot, the other one's fled. I rummage through the drawer, a frantic scavenger hunt, But all I find are odd ones—no pair, no front. [Pre-Chorus] The clock ticks louder, my patience wears thin, I'm chasing elusive matches, it's a puzzle within. [Chorus] Oh, the mismatched sock ballet, my daily plight, One's argyle, the other's plain, they fight. Partners out of sync, twirling in disarray, I pirouette with chaos, my drawer's a melee. [Verse 2] The gray sock smirks, "Where's your twin?" The blue sock sighs, "I've been waiting since when?" They gather in rebellion, a fabric revolution, Proclaiming independence, a textile constitution. [Pre-Chorus] I plead with the laundry basket, "Give back my kin!" But it just sits there, silent, a conspiracy within. [Chorus] Oh, the mismatched sock ballet, my morning strife, I waltz with frustration, a wardrobe's secret life. The missing sock's a fugitive, on the lam, While I'm stuck in this solo accessory jam. [Guitar solo] ... [Bridge] I've tried folding techniques, color-coding galore, But my closet's a carnival, a chaos encore. The ankle sock whispers, "Embrace your fate, We're rebels with a cause, mate!" [Chorus] Oh, the mismatched sock ballet, my life's grand jest, I've got a belt collection, my heart's unrest. The solo sunglass struts, its partner's a ghost, In this laundry opera, I'm the tragic host. [Outro] So here's to the odd socks, the misfit pair, They've taught me life's lesson, with flair. In chaos, there's rhythm, in mismatch, a rhyme, And maybe, just maybe, oddities are sublime.