1571 – The Tool Thief

The Tool Thief
And this is why I don’t allow mice in my garage.

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?

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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