The Missing Poetess

I looked all over, In the closet, In the shed, Under my body pillow, In my head.... Vanished like a puff of smoke, Makes you wonder if You just awoke.... And the Twilight Zone Was where you dreamed Maybe she skipped town, Cause of an overdue loan? She lives in Maine, Maybe she got too close To Steven King's ghost And away she was spirited, To be the host, Of a new Poetry site... The thought's a fright! Let's send out the Mounties... Maine's near Canada Dry, no? Probably lots'a counties, And she'd know, Where to hide, To keep us guessin' Or maybe with our brains, She's messin' Nah, she's not cruel, In fact, she's pretty damn cool! So get back on the stove, Ms. Rube, The Soup's boiling, You're like a Rubik's Cube, Impossible to figure, Like a musician With one too many a "doob'" We'll wait faithfully, Candle in the "Windows" Hoping our jewel comes back, As quickly as she goes.