M,P
Missing Pen.
Oh dear, I've done it again.
I've moved my desk
and can't find my pen.
It's blue and red the clicky sort
I hope it's not lost,
it's a new one just bought.
They say I'd loose my head
were it loose.
They also say I'm forgetful
and not much use.
But I'll show them.
No! Really I will just wait and see.
I'll find my new pen if it kills me.
It can't be far maybe rolled on the
floor onto the rug
and out through the door.
Down the stair and out onto the street.
Oh! Excuse me Sir, my pens under your feet.
Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2016
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