I would have written this poem, but all the words grew feet.
I opened MS Word, they turned and ran right off the sheet.
I looked for them on Facebook. Not a word in sight.
There wasn’t one on TV. Believe me, I looked all night.
I checked inside the Play Station, I went through every game.
They weren’t inside my iPhone, I texted every name.
I grew tired, walked to bed. On the sheets I found a note.
“Vacation in Mexico. We’ll send a postcard from the boat."