Where Is the Thing?
I tear apart my room to find
the thing it seems I’ve left behind.
It isn’t here. It isn’t there.
It’s lost and isn’t anywhere.
I asked my mom for any aid
to find the item I mislaid.
She said, “It must have walked away!”
Oh, moms… The silly things they say.
“Retrace your steps,” my papa said
and patted me atop my head.
And I suppose he’s right, except
I don’t remember where I’ve stepped!
I sought some more and searched to find
the thing that occupied my mind.
At last! I found it on the floor!
Now, hmm… What did I need it for?
