Lost

Me granny’s gone missing
We’ve lost the old trout
I’ve warned her so often
That when she goes out
Take a map and a compass
A whistle as well 
A torch or a trumpet
A bicycle bell
Just something that’s noisy 
To help in our quest
A bleeper a buzzer
A fluorescent vest
Oh granny where are you 
Oh where can you be
You know you’ll get mad 
If your late for your tea
We’ve all been out looking 
Both near and afar
Mum on her bike 
And me in the car
We’re all worried witless
And scratching our head
When we find the old dear
Fast asleep, in her bed

©  John W Fenn  20-09-2009

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Jason Lewis

Date: 10/25/2009 12:59:00 PM

savage x my man lov it

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 9/26/2009 4:49:00 AM

Now that is a great one! I love the story , the short line length which gives that rushed feeling that accompanies a search like that. Keep writing. Your work is good and FUN!!! Lovingly, Dane

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 9/21/2009 9:20:00 AM

Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry with us John. As always I wish you the best in your future writing endeavors whatever they may be. Loved your humor today. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/20/2009 1:57:00 PM

I had a great laugh reading this, John. Wasn't prepared for the surprise ending. I can just see "granny" out there wearing a flourescent vest and carrying a trumpet. Great visual impact! Love, Carolyn