The One Sock

Oh I sought it high, and seeked it low.
But where it was I did not know.
I looked on the clothes line, in hamper, on stair.
Then I even checked the drawer holding my underwear
Down on my knees, I peered under the bed.
I searched through the house, stables and shed.
I yelled up at the sky " Oh where has it gone?"
The answer hit me at once, "That d*mn Saruman!"
I ran to my horse and tore down the rode
The scene at his tower was a sight to behold!
You would have thought the Istari would at least act his age,
But no there he was behind a great puppet stage!
"I'm Gandalf the Grey!" the sock puppet said.
As it danced around stage hitting orcs on the head.
"Alas that's one's not mine" I shrugged and sighed.
Then I sat down to watch the part where Gandalf died.
Then the Fellowship left Moria, and we had intermission.
I asked Saruman, "Did you take my sock without permission?"
But "Wait till the next scene." was all he would say.
Then he hurried on back and started the play.
Green socks, red ones, blue and even one pink.
But where was mine, then I started to think.
He used Blue for orcs? and green for each Rider...
And I had to laugh, A Pink One for Strider
Black for the Nazgul and brown for each elf.
So it goes without saying white for himself!
I rushed to the stage and knocked it down,
He looked up at me then and his face held a frown.
"Why did you take my sock?" My anger now reigned.
But his answer didn't faze me "Mine were all stained."
"Don't you know how to wash, oh wise Istari?"
Then a sadness crossed his face, i almost felt sorry.
"Why yes as a fact I do, it's the first thing they teach,
But I couldn't turn grey white without dying, for I've run out of bleach!!"