Beneath the Yellow Page

I know most of the places my pens have hidden There's one at the bottom of the trash But he'll be gone soon If I don't need his services before I take it down To the dumpster Behind the bookcase most likely lurks a favorite or two But really quite a bit of labor to free them The pens in bed are easy to recover Their pin-prick in the middle of the night Reveals their hiding place I know there are numerous pens in my picnic basket Never can remember for sure Impossible to discover So in goes another I did try to look When I could finally open my eyes You were there I knew you would be 06/10/12 9:49am © All Rights Reserved