I’d lost my favourite knife!

I’d lost my favourite knife!

I’d lost my favourite knife,

I had it only then,

just a moment ago;

I want to use it;

but, do I have it? No!

it wasn’t there, and when

I looked, it wasn’t there again!

I looked up high,

I looked down low;

oh, where, oh where,

would my knife go?

I checked under my pillow,

and in the washing machine;

all the unlikeliest places

that my knife it could have been;

and then I found it,

my heart now be at rest;

it was where I’d left it;

in my late husband’s chest.

3 responses to “I’d lost my favourite knife!

  1. Oh, Lord! The ending line! Lol. Good one, Graeme!

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