My battle with Socks

In our House I Do the Laundry,
Some might Feel I’ve Crossed a Boundary?
Even Iron ‘cause I Can,
Modern or a Lesser Man?

Biggest Battles are with Socks,
Leads me to Internal Talks.
Drop Nice Pairs into the Hamper,
Then from There they Seem to Scamper.

Tried Mesh Bags but went Nowhere,
When Tangled with her Underwear.
Now each Cycle Socks don’t Match,
Wish a Break that I could Catch.

Why can’t They all Get Along,
And Play Nice where they Belong?
Perhaps I should Just Make a Fuss,
And Start up “Socks Anonymous.”