Warble

My pillow case is missing
And I don't know where its gone
The laundry gnome was fishing
Ever since the crack of dawn

But he only likes to catch
Socks and worn out tired shoes
Perhaps its lost in a batch
Of shrunk buses full of clues

The only way to find it
Is follow your nose until
The bulb above you is lit
And the piper plays a trill

3 comments:

Morning said...

this is fun.

lynnaima said...

this was cool and funny :) sweet!!!

http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/10/20/down-the-line-in-plain-sight/

disjointedrhymings said...

Love it :) Really fun and the image of the laundry gnome fishing is brilliant

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.