Sock

I can't find my sock

The little boy said

As he sat in the morning

On his bed

His mother came

And had a look

His father too

Reading a book

The next door neighbours

They came round

But still the sock

Could not be found

The postman popped in

With his heavy sack

And suggested turning

The carpet back

The workmen outside

In the road

Traipsed up the stairs

But no sock showed

The bedroom filled

With people searching

Got it, cried someone

But it was just the curtain

They lifted the bed

Where the boxes are put

Oh it's here

Said the boy

It's on my foot...