The Tucker

A puzzle piece gets tucked away Inside a resting boot And Henry, who's the tucker, Finds this type of thing a hoot. A book is likewise hidden In a laundry pail or drawer Where, if someone isn't watching, We won't find it anymore. This hide and seek's adorable Though it comes with a cost, For it's just a stroke of luck so far That nothing has been lost!

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Tim Smith

Date: 1/15/2015 11:42:00 PM

I have a little girl who would always hide things in my shoes....hugs Tim

Ilene Bauer
Date: 1/16/2015 4:50:00 PM

ha! yes, henry is especially interested in shoes and boots as hiding places. thanks for stopping by...

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/15/2015 11:04:00 PM

Hmmm, who is this little rascal Henry???

Ilene Bauer
Date: 1/16/2015 4:49:00 PM

hey andrea! he's my 16 month old grandson and he is 100% delicious, even when he's acting in his new impish fashion...

Robert Johnson

Date: 1/15/2015 8:32:00 PM

You are wrapping your poems up so nicely lately. Can't believe you haven't lost anything yet. My sister Bonnie used to love to take a piece of the puzzle to be a stinker. We don't like her anymore. :)))) Just Kidding. :) Peace. :)

Ilene Bauer
Date: 1/16/2015 4:48:00 PM

thanks for your sweet comment, robert! it's only a matter of time before we start losing things. right now i'm obsessively tracking everything but that won't last and i'm not there all the time. it's always great to hear from you...