My Sock's Gone Rogue

My sock’s gone rogue and disappeared
Without a single clue.
His mate is worried sick, but what
Am I supposed to do?

I searched the dryers with no luck,
Unfolded every sheet,
Expecting that my efforts
Wouldn’t hand me a defeat.

I stashed away the matched-up pairs
And left the missing half
Beside the others, like some wheat
That’s separate from the chaff.

The AWOL sock may show up soon,
Exhausted from his spree
And in the drawer, a fine reunion
There will likely be.

But there is just the slightest chance,
Like Earhart in the skies,
He’s vanished – poof! without a trace,
A rebel in disguise.