One and one is two
Of that there is no doubt
We hold it to be true
Great minds have thunk it out
To me it’s always shocking
That my clothing is extracted
From machines that lose a stocking
They’ve not added, but subtracted
When one sock is thus mislaid
I tend to get morose
I feel I’ve been betrayed
While washing out my clothes
Stanley Cooper
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sock-it-to-me/
