"WIRE HANGERS EVERYWHERE?" As we survive from year to year, Our stockings simply disappear. While hangers, on the other hand, Just multiply to beat the  band. Engaging in proliferation, Defying any explanation. It just might  be that lowly hose Evolve, so they can then transpose, And thus become, like pollywogs (which morph into your grown-up frogs), A larval stage.  With sleepy languor Each becomes a clothing-hanger. Elusive socks you  thought were gone, You now can hang your britches on.