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!