Is it ironic that I lost my socks this morning???

Now that the HOWieZine has been shipped, I'll share with you my pages. I was a little disappointed with myself. It didn't come out the way I wanted, but I need some work. I'll get there eventually and re-illustrate it. I'm very satisfied with my poem! I just need some help with assembling the page. Like I said, I'll keep practicing.






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Also, in case the text is too difficult to read, here it is:

It’s seven a.m. and I’m dressing for work
I open the drawer and then go berserk!
One black sock was all to be found!
The match has to be here, I’ll just look around

Where could it be? I stand there in shock
I can’t go to work wearing only one sock!
I know, in the dryer, it must have got stuck
I look up inside, but alas, no such luck

Perhaps I dropped it under the bed
Nope, just a book and a sandal instead
Maybe it’s caught in a pant leg or sleeve
I can’t search them all, I really must leave
Seven fifteen, it says on my clock
But I can’t go outside till I find that black sock!

Not on my shelf, not in my purse
Not under my pillow, this couldn’t get worse
Not in the cupboard nor under the sink
It can’t just be missing; concentrate, think

Where would I be if I were a sock?
Out in the garden, under a rock?
Jenkinson’s house at the end of the block?
Along the town lake, trapped on a dock
Stolen away by an oversized hawk?
On the left foot of a bullying jock?
Inside the tummy of an angry green croc?
Over the seas in mystic Bangkok?

Arg! Who could know where a missing sock goes!
I just want some fabric to cover my toes!
I’ve searched everywhere, across, up and down
And that missing sock is nowhere to be found!
Here’s my one sock, the match should be near!
Where else could it b…oh wait, it’s right here