My glasses, my pen, the book I was reading,
My notebook, my water, the seeds for reseeding,
My camera, my checkbook, it’s almost intriguing–
how things disappear, my searches misleading…
I swear it was here just a minute ago,
Where it has gone, I simply don’t know,
I find I’m obsessed–my angst simply grows
while searching, I’m pacing and going to and fro –
I can’t do a thing until I find what is missing–
Is it gnomes? Is it Brownies? Is it elves that are hissing?
Is it goblins or sprites or trolls that are whisking
My treasures away–in exchange they want kissing–
Not me! I declare, I won’t kiss a troll
Or a sprite or an elf or a gnome, it’s my goal
to just kiss a prince or else fall in a hole–
Where I might find my stuff and a mouse or a mole!
Sandra Lee Smith
Originally posted January 7, 2015, updated July 14, 2018
