CIV
When I heard about poltergeists
It really made my day,
At last I knew why things vanished
In such a mysterious way.
I've been called untidy,
But now I realise
I wasn't to blame when items
Disappeared before my eyes.
So whenever I lose my purse
(Which happens regularly)
I blame the poltergeist for moving it -
And hiding my key.
Spectacles are prime targets,
And a favourite ploy
Is to return them when I've given up,
He knows how to annoy.
I have pens a-plenty
But in his malicious way
The poltergeist finds my favourite pen
And hides that one away.
I put something in a safe place
Or file it away with care
Then when I want it - it's vanished,
And I can't find it anywhere.
When the items eventually return -
And they nearly always do -
They're either in a a most peculiar place
Or sitting in full and open view.
When my husband says I've lost something
My conscience will be clear,
Instead of arguing I'll just say
"It was the poltergeist, my dear."
