Post by montez on Feb 7, 2011 0:41:00 GMT
Where Are They?
I was looking in the wardrobe, and in the chest of drawers
Underneath the carpet and behind the upstairs doors
They weren't in the bathroom and they weren't in the hall
I simply can't remember where I put the things at all.
I searched through every bedroom, also underneath each bed
I then went straight outside and searched the flipping garden shed
I looked around the garden then went back into the house
Then on into the garage where I found a small dead mouse.
I thought I may have left them as a marker in a book
So I went into the library to take a closer look
Having flicked through every volume that was in the library
I thought, now did I hide them in the caddy with the tea?
The kitchen yielded nothing just old toast under the table
So I went out on the balcony and looked under the gable
Perhaps we've had a burglary, I thought, maybe they're nicked
Then passing our hall mirror, something deep inside me clicked.
I went back to that mirror and thought "Crikey, who is that?"
Staring from the mirror was a right old ugly twat
Surely it can't be me, I still feel twenty one
And then it struck me deeply that my youthful looks had gone!
I was looking in the wardrobe, and in the chest of drawers
Underneath the carpet and behind the upstairs doors
They weren't in the bathroom and they weren't in the hall
I simply can't remember where I put the things at all.
I searched through every bedroom, also underneath each bed
I then went straight outside and searched the flipping garden shed
I looked around the garden then went back into the house
Then on into the garage where I found a small dead mouse.
I thought I may have left them as a marker in a book
So I went into the library to take a closer look
Having flicked through every volume that was in the library
I thought, now did I hide them in the caddy with the tea?
The kitchen yielded nothing just old toast under the table
So I went out on the balcony and looked under the gable
Perhaps we've had a burglary, I thought, maybe they're nicked
Then passing our hall mirror, something deep inside me clicked.
I went back to that mirror and thought "Crikey, who is that?"
Staring from the mirror was a right old ugly twat
Surely it can't be me, I still feel twenty one
And then it struck me deeply that my youthful looks had gone!
