Hey son, come here a minute please
where are the keys
they’re sure not here…
they disapper?
you recently drove to the store
I heard the door
when you came back
but the key rack
is bare as a baby’s bottom
where you got ‘em
I’ve asked you nice
won’t ask you twice
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
~ sometimes they go so very much too soon ~