It doesn’t come by itself!
My glasses are on my head
My money is in my purse
My purse is in my bag
My bag is in the car
And I know where that is….
My driving glasses?
They might be in my bag
Which is out in the car
Back out to the car- nope.
They might be in the drawer
Which is half way up the stairs
I’ll go and take a look
Oh they’re on my head!
So where’s my reading glasses?
Not in the car
Not in my bag
Not in the drawer
Someone must have moved them
Oh! They’re in my pocket.
Reading glasses-check
Driving glasses -check
Money – check
Purse – check
Bag – check
Car keys! – I’ve just been in the car
Where are the car keys?
Not in the car
Not in my bag
Not in the drawer
Not in my pocket
They’re in the bathroom
HOW did they get in the BATHROOM!
Right, my coat is on
Got my stuff
Now where’s my banana
C’MON IT’S A GREAT RUDDY YELLOW THING.
OK. So I am young. Now, where are my glasses?
Have you been talking to Andy…….
Good one! Now where did I leave my head?!
I’m just looking around the house to see where you have that camera hidden …..
Definitely a poem for the over 50s…I can relate to it all! How sad! Never mind we all go through it.
I learned long ago to Bomb something when i put down my keys or glasses or anything I want to remember where it is. So when I put something down I say to myself – i am bombing this with my…
It works and I loved you poem.
This makes what I alway say even that much more true: “Mirror, mirror on the wall. I am my mother after all.” And I just SWORE I never would be!!! This was great. Thanks for sharing and the reality check that comes with it!
Aww, now where is my comment? Not here on the web, Not there on the keyboard, not somewhere that is easy to find, Ahh; there hanging by a thread, by a small alphabet!!
Found it!! Great.
haha… my wife will love the fact you wrote a poem about her
Very cute. I have reality on losing my glasses