A three-legged person is living upstairs.
I know it because of the socks that he wears
that emerge from the dryer in trios not pairs.
He has a companion who seems to make do
with only one sock. So perhaps it is true
that she manages nicely with one foot too few.
They met in the laundry and hit it off great,
this three-legged man and his one-footed mate
in a perfectly heart-warming cycle of fate.