Monday, May 26, 2014
I looked high and I looked low;
Where or where did those glasses go?
I looked in the drawers and under the bed;
Aha, found a pair! Alas, they were red.
I pulled back the bedcovers and what did I see?
A paperback novel that was sleeping with me.
I checked out the upstairs, the downstairs, the stair-stairs;
I scoured the car seats and pawed at the stuffed bears.
I searched through the closets, the linens, and books;
(Some good things to read there, or so it looks).
There, there's another pair! And, yes, they are black;
Unfortunately it's not those, the pair that you lack.
I found sunglasses, two pair, and two pair of mine.
We do this a lot, I was wont to opine.
I redoubled my efforts, looking hither, gazing yon.
I checked in the compost, and the fence it hung on.
I dug through your suitcase, once neatly folded;
(Nice undies, I thought) for which I'll be scolded.
Winter garden, laundry, shower, and frigo -
Did they grow legs and walk? And where would they go?
Watching this spectacle with growing concern,
Lady Leopard suggested I look in Lucerne.
(Hey, it rhymes.) (And it's Swiss.)
You might have expected a grand happy ending,
Something so lyrical, like music crescending.
You'd be wrong.
On this glasses safari, I failed in my quest;
And I know to you writers, this poem's not the best.
So it's back to the keyboard, to news and to features;
I've given up (for now) on finding those creatures.
When D-L comes home, we won't be surprised
If we see the black glasses in front of her eyes.
5/26/2014 02:57:00 AM
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