IS A LOOK WORTH LOOKIN'

[Jeff Thorpe]

IS A LOOK WORTH LOOKIN’?

It happens every day, somethin’ I can’t find,
glasses or the car keys straightway spring ta mind.
Turn the place upside down, all ta no avail
time an’ time again, lose ‘em without fail.
Then upon the scene comes along the spouse,
finds ‘em at one glance, anywhere in the house.
Does it every time, makes me look a total berk,
managin’ detection with a hint of smirk.

A contentious question ‘bout a look by woman or man,
no doubt originated back when time began.
Prob’ly poor old Adam couldn’ even find the tree
while Eve found both the apple an’ nothin’ in life’s fa free.
Philosophical debate aside, where’s my bloody specs?
‘bout as hard ta come across as hot an’ sweaty sex.
That’s another topic though, a tougher row ta harrow,
best stick ta locatin’ stuff, tread the straight an’ narrow.

I’ll wager that this problem’s not confined in our household,
poss’bly as widespread as the common cold,
not contained ta specs or keys, what about the fridge,
to realise that’s a labyrinth, I reckon’s ridgy didge.
Many things are lost in there however, never fear
the blokes’ll always come up trumps when searchin’ for the beer.
Don’t matter ‘bout the butter, the cheese, the milk or cream,
seekin’ out the grog’s not as hard as it may seem.

One issue though I s’pose, both men and women face
is when one sock goes missin’, disappears without trace,
an’ never is the lost sock, one that has a hole,
always is a good one, that some rotten low life stole.
Happens frequently at our place, I’m sure we’re not alone,
with this light fingered sock thief, I’d like ta pick a bone.
No matter who is lookin’, they never have much luck
at findin’ any trail an’ hence, end up a lame duck.

So, who’s the best at findin’ things seemin’ly gone missin’,
betcha on this subject there’ll be some reminiscin’.
Prayin’ ta St Anthony’s never worked round here
cos regul’y as clockwork, items disappear.
Talk’ll go on ad finitum ‘bout whose skills are the pick
at ascertainin’ what’s been lost real quick,
somethin’ like I guess, who can do two things at once
an’ on that subject too, I’m prime ta be a dunce. Jeff Thorpe 10/01/14 ©