Remote Control Madness
Where do remotes go, is what I,
in aggravation ask?
Mine must have feet and to find
them is a most frustrating task.
Hiding under a magazine or my cat
lying on it, hatching one like an egg?
I have tried many methods, but I swear,
mine all have their own tiny legs.
Do they get together at night and have
meetings to strategize?
I think they really do, those teeny monsters,
is what I do conceptualize!
September 19, 2020
7pm PST
7pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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