March 31, 2009
I cannot find my sneaker,
My red and orange sneaker,
It was not on the stair,
It was not under the chair.
I cannot find my sneaker

I was not in my room
I did not find it by the broom
It was not by the pots and pans
It was not by the garbage cans
The sneaker shall be my doom!

My sneaker! Oh! My sneaker!
Where ever did I leave her?
Did I leave it near or far?
Is it in the backyard?
I cannot find my sneaker!

My mother has not seen it?
Maybe my dog has eaten it?
It was not in the swimming pool.
I am such a fool
I haven't found a bit!

I searched high and low
And then I found it...on my toe
It was with me the whole time
No longer will I have to cry
And I always have it where ever I go.

I have found my sneaker
My red and orange sneaker
I am such a silly child
But now I always have a smile
Because I have found my sneaker

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Ssssssss said...
Oct. 14, 2009 at 2:28 pm
*sniffle* this world is too depressing to appreciate happy poetry.
Ssssssss said...
May 5, 2009 at 8:12 pm
WoW! Seriously....I really wish someone would comment. Even if it was like...."that's dumb"....
Ssssssss said...
Apr. 24, 2009 at 12:46 am
This sort of reminds me of Dr. Suess. I can't say how many times I've done this. Lost something to realize it was exactly where I left it.
Ssssssss said...
Apr. 11, 2009 at 1:51 am
so funny
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