DO U NO WHERE IS MY IPOD
No one knows,
where the elusive IPOD goes,
One second it's there, the next it's gone.
Searching, searching, searching, but to no avail,
Perhaps it's on the back of a snail.
But no that cannot be, for snails do not like IPODS.
Perhaps it's in that purse, or pair of jeans,
Ah I wish I could find it, it just makes me screams!
Maybe I left it in the bathroom, or bedroom, or kitchen,
perhaps it's down in the couch under a cushion.
Perhaps grabbed by a cat, an alien, or a mouse,
it must be somewhere here in the house.
Maybe at a friends house, waiting patiently for my return,
perhaps when I find it I will learn,
to keep better track of My IPOD, and this in turn,
is something to remember, that I discern.
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