When essentials are nowhere about
Vanishing at odd times, they do
Instinctively seeming to sneak off elsewhere
Inaccessible as if acting on cue
In our house, we have a provision
On hand to uncover our loss
Our materfamilias, Pauline
Locates rolling stones without moss
She can ferret each corner or rut
Analysing fragmentary facts
Like a ‘KC’ in court detection is sport
The ‘missing’ no chance to relax
Mislaying can frustrate one’s needs
Leaving losers no loose ends to share
With Pauline, we learn, no stone left to turn
Regains the misplaced from despair
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