Where?
Where are my glasses and my keys?
Can you help me find them, please?
They’re in my pocket, on my nose?
Okay. Then, do you suppose
you know where I have put my mask?
Embarrassing to have to ask,
but when I’m almost out the door,
I find that there is one thing more
to locate before I can leave,
and I really do believe
I can find it on my own.
I’ll just call my mobile phone
and listen to detect its ring.
I don’t need help with everything!
And yet, I do not hear its voice.
and so I must make a choice
to leave without it or to look
in every cranny, every nook.
I leave the house, secure in that
I’ve locked the doors and fed the cat,
My shoes both match. I’m fully dressed,
and so I think that it is best
that I make my toodle-oo
as soon as I have used the loo.
Then I must hurry out the doorÂ
ere I lose what I lost before.
Purse on shoulder and specs on nose,
keys in hand and clad in clothes,
I leave the house, smoothing my hair,
I’m off to……can you tell me where?
Haha! Yes my take is quite similar.
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You hit it on the head, Judy! Great poem!
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So much fun. And, yeah, I know about that. Thanks for the morning smiles.
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LOL, this was a fun post to which I can relate!
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I resemble this poem!
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As do I.
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We both had a good laugh, Judy ~ very clever, and it happens to us all!
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Quite the dilemna but a good read Judy.. thanks for clarifying reality for the majority of us.
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