At an event and finding something missing

 

08.04.11 - 23 Listening to poems being read

Then felt a feeling of dread

From my elbows to me knees

What had I done with my car keys

Not in my pocket, not in my bag

Then my hopes began to sag

Not under the book or under the table

A question would I be able

To get another set

How could I be so wet?

So out of the room I dashed

My hopes hadn’t crashed

Cos’ still there, in the open air

The car hadn’t done a bunk

The keys still in the trunk

It could have so easily been took

But I was in luck

Which proves without a doubt

There’s still some honest folks about