Yesterday, I swear,
I wrote you a poem;
You did not find one
though when we got home.
I wonder what’s up.
Where could it have gone?
Is it hiding out
in some cyber lawn?
Should we call the cops
and tell them the news?
A poem is missing,
my girl has the blues.
I suppose we’ll wait
and see if it shows.
Will it ever come?
Of this, no one knows.
