Brain Drain
I've lost my keys a million times,
So often that it really seems a crime.
I think it very odd where they turn up,
One time I found them in my coffee cup...
You might think Id keep them in my purse,
But that just makes things so much worse.
That thing resembles a bottomless pit,
Couldn't find nuthin' there I must admit...
They say it's caused by brains that shrivel,
But I gotta think that's just pure drivel.
If so ,today I probably wouldn't be alive,
Since I've been loosing keys since I was 25...!
Why can't I find my keys?
For the contest..
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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