Glenny Palmer

I have a place for everything and all is in its place,
But when my husband’s searching things just vanish without trace.
He opens up the cupboard door and says, “It’s not in here.”
(I think he’s waiting for the thing to wave to him and cheer.)

“It must be in there somewhere, you just used it yesterday.”
“Nope”, he says with arms still folded, “not in here, no way.”
By now I’m getting crabby ‘cause I’ve got my job to do,
But for the sake of peace I take up searching for it too.

I reach inside the cupboard and I shift a tin or two,
Do you believe in miracles? The thing comes into view.
And does he hug and kiss me ‘cause the flaming thing is found?
Not on your life, that’s when he turns the situation ‘round.

He accuses me of hiding it, “You shouldn’t shove it here.”
“I haven’t shoved it anywhere!”... (at least not yet, my dear.)
So now I’m an inventor and I’m working on a plan,
To build a see-through cupboard that will liberate my man.

The shelves are all transparent, things are set to wave and cheer,
Automatically, when someone says, “It’s not in here.”