The Lost Hat
Dammit I’ve gone and lost my hat.
How the heck did I do that?
I swear it was there a minute ago,
now it’s decided not to show.
I’ve searched the house high and low,
even the shed which I never go,
but it’s just disappeared, as if like magic;
my favourite hat, it’s simply tragic!
Ah there goes the door, my wife I presume
she’ll know where it is, of that I assume.
She said with a shrug and a roll of her eyes,
‘The hats on your head, which doesn’t surprise!’
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
