Saturday, 17 January 2015

Poem (Rhyme)

Finding my missing items By Russell Ong
My mother would always say,
"It won't grow legs and walk away!
So you better find it,
for you didn't buy it!"

And so I would bend down,
though it won't be underground,
hoping to find my missing item,
for, if found, would bring me great satisfaction!

Maybe it would be under the sofa,
maybe it would be under my bed.
Maybe it fell under my table,
but definitely not under the dead!

Those are just some of the most common places,
where I may lose my stuff.
It may be anywhere, even in my father's blazers!
But that, of course, is exotic enough!

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