My sock was just here; where could it be?

I’m certain where it can be found!

Francis is gone; he’ll usually take them and flee.

My sock was just here; where could it be?

I hear him upstairs, bounding with glee;

For a dog, he sure likes to horse around.

My sock was just here; where could it be?

I’m certain where it can be found!

Prompted from Francis the Frenchie’s Daily Triolet Poetry Challenge at: https://francisthefrenchie.com/2021/11/19/francis-the-frenchies-daily-triolet-poetry-challenge-november-19-2021/.