One Glove
A glove I found in the laundry;
One glove only without a mate.
Now imagine my quandary
For imbalance in life I hate.
So of course the search was on
And that glove's mate I had to find;
Until truly I was put upon
When its partner I left behind.
For time alas was not on my side
And into the cold I had a date,
So with one hand in my pocket beside
And the one glove on was my state.
Till do wah ditty ditty dum ditty do,
There I was strolling down the street;
Feeling like Michael Jackson it's true
With that one glove groovin' to the beat.
And the other hand in my pocket
Maybe a bit like Alanis Morrisette;
Sort of transgender like – don't knock it -
Groovin' along, yes you bet.
Till with one glove hand flying free
And one hand in my pocket,
I have no clue what came over me
When to grab my crotch I couldn't stop it.
Copyright © David Maclennan | Year Posted 2016
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