Unmatched

With lots of socks that look alike,
It’s hard to make a pair.
To try to find the perfect match,
You need some time to spare.

My husband solved the problem, though,
His gym socks the intention,
Which proves that yes, necessity’s
The mother of invention.

On every sock, he made a mark –
First A, then B, then C;
The mate received a matching letter,
Alphabetically.

A Sharpie was his tool of choice
To keep the letters bright
In contrast to his many socks
In varied shades of white.

So from the dryer, out they pour,
Each waiting for its mate,
Which now is found so easily,
No question or debate.

It’s quite a shrewd solution
Though I think it’s also plain
That a plan like this would never come
From any woman’s brain!