Kim Stone Poet Rhyme

Treasured Place

     Pockets are a treasured place,
     Except when the laundry is done,
     Then they are called a disgrace.
     Everything of value,
     Is all in one place!
     Stuffed into pockets,
     Until the end of day.
     Screws on top of Kleenex,
     A few stones found outside.
     Occasionally a hammer,
     With an old sock by its side.
     My phone.
     Water bottles all have a place,
     Short pencils if there is enough space.
     It's the emptying,
     That causes a spat!
     I often forget about that!

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