Losing A Sock

I lost a sock today – ’twas one of three,

And all the more maddening to me

As I had lost a leg at Waterloo.

Last week I lost a tenner in a game

And now I’ve not a penny to my name,

Only the other leg I didn’t lose.

                                    

Two weeks ago while swimming in the sea

I lost an earring that I’d had with me

Since I lost that leg at Waterloo.

I’d put the sock I lost inside a shoe

That fits the foot I kept at Waterloo,

Which is ironic when you think of it.

I have another shoe, another sock,

But neither fits the only foot I’ve got.

The trouble is they only come in pairs.

I’ve won things too: a cutlass and a ship,

And thirteen hamsters in a lucky dip

But socks are very difficult to find.

Perhaps the gods, or kismet, will be kind:

I’ve lost the sock, but I might find the shoe

Among the other legs at Waterloo.