Lost Keys

I, most unfortunately, lost my keys the other day
For the life of me I couldn't remember where they lay
I scurried around hither and dither
Around my house as my patience began to wither
High and low and all over the shot
I really thought my mind was going to pot
The clock was ticking, I might be late for work
I personified my keys, I thought them a jerk
One last time I raced about like a rocket
Then I patted myself down ... they were in my back pocket

By Pete Scopes