My Missing Keys
One Friday night I went to the show.
When the movie was over, I got up to go.
I reached in my purse for the keys to my door.
I couldn't find them! Did they fall on the floor?
I got down on the rug, searched on my knees,
crawled past feet saying, "Excuse me please!"
I searched all the rows and I started to panic,
couldn't find my keys and got quite frantic.
I stood to my feet with a cough and a sneeze.
My giggling husband was dangling my keys.
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