To All the Socks I've Matched Before

(to the tune of “To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before”)

To all the socks I’ve matched before,

Who travelled to and from the drawer,

I guess you’ll think I’m wrong

To leave you with the throng,

But I won’t match you anymore.

Come on, dear socks, you must confess,

This system is a crazy mess.

Twelve left socks in a row.

Where did the right ones go?

No, I’m not matching any more.

The piles of socks are always growing

Faster than I can put away.

How many odd ones? There’s no knowing.

Won’t stand here searching all the day.

Argyle can go with plain off-white,

Bold polka dot with subtle stripe.

Each of you can belong.

I hope you’ll get along,

‘Cuz I won’t match you anymore.

Now all you socks have been set free.

Go forth and live in harmony!

Just take this thought to heart:

Your life can truly start,

When I don’t match you anymore!