Strange things are happening.
No pencil is left.
My tissue box’s empty.
I’m suspecting a theft!
Coins from my pocket
Disappear on their own.
The remote to our TV
And mother’s cell phone.
Suspicious things happen.
I worry ’bout that
‘Cuz all morning I’m calling,
Can’t find my cat.
My book was beside me
Last time I knew.
And one of my blue socks
Has gone missing too.
I know I had two parts
Of toast on my plate.
Where are my glasses?
My watch?…now I’m late.
My sister has left
Without saying good-bye.
Then I notice a cushion
Heaving a sigh.
My couch makes a grumble.
So I lift up one end.
Everything I was missing,
Simply spills out again.
My sock and my toast
Ten pencils, twelve cents
And my cat reappears
With these crazy events.
My sister and glasses
Were inside there too.
And a friend who went wandering
One day at the zoo!
Then I hear a burp
And a sigh of relief.
My hungry couch was the trouble
The culprit, the thief.
Now, Mom put a cover
Over the couch, saving crime.
I’ll slip it a pencil
Or penny sometime.
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Interesting take-You are an original, my clever daughter!
Thank-you muchly! Tomorrow is Dr.Seuss’ birthday. I wanted a clever one 🙂
Very cute. Reminds me of Shel Silverstein’s writing.
THAT comment makes my day! Thank-you new friend and stop by again.~Susan
I like the lighthearted humor in this one.
Thanks Helen…I was searching for my socks between my couch cushions that morning.
“That’s why they call it a hide-a-bed,” my son once said of our convertible sofa.
LOL! I just love the “kid” point of view. Thanks Teresa.