The paper
I needed
To get,
Keys in pocket,
Door closed.
Walked down
Into shop,
Mask on,
Got paper,
Paid assistant.
Out door,
Mask off,
Walked home.
Open pocket,
No keys!
Keys lost!
What’s happened?
Search pockets,
Keys found,
Not lost,
Wrong pocket,
Tragedy averted.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 16th, 2020 02:11
- Comment from author about the poem: My keys will always be in three places, hanging on a hook in the hall, in my righthand trouser pocket or in the car, if they are not in any of these places they are lost!
- Category: Humor
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Comments6
Good write Gold.
Yes, we may forget something from 30 seconds ago, but be able to recall something easily from 30 years ago!
Very true Orchi, we can even remember 954 years ago.
Andy
Nicely paced Andy.
The gut wrench I experienced between lines 'Keys lost!' and 'Keys found,' was as real as when it happened to me. Pulse still up, hands not steady, will recover...
Dave
And Peter Paul and Mary - they're back!
It is frightening when you realise your keys are lost isn't it.
Yes I found Peter, Paul and Mary remembered from a long time ago, mind you much of the music I enjoy goes back centuries.🎶🎶🎶
Andy
I know that feeling too... I also remember once in a desperate rush to get to an interview, I made a snatch grab inside my pocket for keys .. wrong pocket and ended up in casualty ............................. N 🙂
Oops. It can be so desperate when the keys are not in the usual place.
Andy
Tell me about it, after chemotherapy had it's way with my memory cells last year, I could forget my name.
That's OK Fred, I still remember your name.
Bert.
BRIAN HERE ~ Good Evening Uncle Andy ~ We love PP & M a bit of genuine simle & mystical FOLK MUSIC in the midst of all tayihat cacophanous Rock & Roll. You*ll never br richas a Folk Singer but You*ll always be Happy ! Im too young to lose KEYS always in RH Trouser Pocket. Angel on the other hand has *Handbags* so big you could lose and Elephant in them. At least once a week she comes to me tearful saying *Honey Ive lost my KEYS* My initial repost is *Have You looked in Your Bag Angel ?* *Yes* she sobs *Twice*. I daren*t tip the Bag out (it would take a week to repack it !).My hand is a *Key Diviner* I reach down and search the bottom and within seconds I *Feel the familiar shape of TEN KEYS and rattle them TRIUMPHANTLY ! She is soso pleased she almost wants to take me back to BED ~ but (alas) she is late for work already ! The only time I failed to locate ~ she had handed me the *WRONG BAG !* C.est la KEY !
Blessings & Peace to YOU & YOURS with LOVE
Angela & Brian & Smokey Cat 💛💛💛💛💛
Ladies and there bags seem to carry the world in them.
Andy
fun read Andy
Thank you LB.
Andy
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