Socks. Where do they go?

Question:One for the kids

Somewhere deep in the galaxy
Away from all calendars and clocks
There lives a race of strange beings
Who exist by eating odd socks.

Under the cover of darkness
Night after night they descend
To steal their way into baskets
And wayward socks apprehend.

I know it is true you can't see them
But nevertheless they exist.
If that's not the answer, please tell me
Why do so many socks become missed?

You shove them into the washer
As identical pairs every time.
Then put them higgledy-piggledy
Into the drier or onto the line.

It is only when you are sorting
You suddenly find some don't match
Not rarely, or sometimes - but ALWAYS
You're missing some of the batch.

What do these aliens look like?
I hear your inquisitive cry.
I don't really know the answer
But at guessing, I'll have a good try.

They must be like chameleons
Changing their colours to fit
To blend into baskets of ironing
Containing your clean footie kit.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: One for the kids

Somewhere deep in the galaxy
Away from all calendars and clocks
There lives a race of strange beings
Who exist by eating odd socks.

Under the cover of darkness
Night after night they descend
To steal their way into baskets
And wayward socks apprehend.

I know it is true you can't see them
But nevertheless they exist.
If that's not the answer, please tell me
Why do so many socks become missed?

You shove them into the washer
As identical pairs every time.
Then put them higgledy-piggledy
Into the drier or onto the line.

It is only when you are sorting
You suddenly find some don't match
Not rarely, or sometimes - but ALWAYS
You're missing some of the batch.

What do these aliens look like?
I hear your inquisitive cry.
I don't really know the answer
But at guessing, I'll have a good try.

They must be like chameleons
Changing their colours to fit
To blend into baskets of ironing
Containing your clean footie kit.

The alien land you refer to is inhabited by one legged creatures. WallyMart being a giant retailer in this land and looking to captalize on cheap labor has sent lowly elves to harvest socks in our world. There is no stopping WallyMart for they surely know best and always cutting prices they are. It is sad to think as we spread through the universe that the WallyMarts will be out there in front of us. It makes you just want to go without socks, doesn't it, and sit back and enjoy fine poetry such as yours.

Very funny and true. This has been the lament of women since the beginning of time.

LOL! I think that I had an alien look like a whole basket because I missed one whole basket of clothes! I love this!

Fabulous poem - and ohhhh so true!!

love it!
both true and brilliant!
tell me, have you read Terry Pratchett's Hogfather?

have a star for your amusing poem.

Love it!

I'm pretty sure my dryer eats mine.

Funny, old sock, old shoe! I know there's a mystery lurking behind every pair. Good morrow! (Delighted my mind is not alone. Helps to have pairs!)

I miss my socks, but I must say I blame the elves, or the sock gnomes in my dryer. But aliens, that's a clever idea and a true one sure. Thanks for this poem. By the way, is the title actually "One for the Kids" or does it have more sockish tendencies? And thank you for clarifying the word "amorphous" in the poem. Extremely well done, but then again, this is you. Everything, spot on.