Mismatched

Of all secrets, one I always keep,
A tale of socks, both wild and deep.
Morning comes, and I must choose,
Mismatched pairs, I can’t refuse.

One’s striped, the other’s polka-dot,
Fashion sense? I’ve lost the plot.
I strut my stuff, a funny sight,
In mismatched socks, day and night.

People stare, they wonder why,
I grin and shrug, my secret lie.
In this sock game, I’m the boss,
A fashion rebel, without a loss!