My name is Lois Lovejoy, Sir,
And I lost my marbles in a blur!
My marbles stay inside their bag,
But they must have lost their tiny tag.
Marbles are more important than you think.
They come in blue and yellow and pink.
I have a marble for each year of my growth,
My ten small pearls, with a sacred oath.
I might start to shrink without the stones.
Go back in time, ‘till I’m nothing but bones.
Marbles help you to remember things.
They’re better than fingers tied with strings.
To find my marbles before tomorrow,
It would save me a lot of sorrow.
Where did I put them? I have to know!
It’s really hard to go-with-the-flow.
Maybe I left them in the kitchen sink.
Maybe I spilled them with my soda drink.
I could have left them beneath my pillow,
Or I could have fed them to my armadillo.
You didn’t take them from me, did you?
I will be so upset. I don’t kid you!
You can always get your own set.
Don’t you worry. Don’t you fret!
But now I have to find my own,
It seems that I am dreamy–prone.
I might’ve lost my marbles in my sleep.
They are special enough to keep!
Oh, wait a second, here they are.
They were never, ever far.
They’ve been with me all along.
Just didn’t see them! Ding dong!
My marbles were hanging ‘round my neck,
And I was such a terrible wreck,
Wondering what I did with the ten!
Next time, I’ll write it down with my pen.
Now I’m making a note: “Marbles in jeans.”
I’ll almost have twenty throughout my teens.
Until then, at least I found my marbles.
I might’ve gone crazy and spoke in garbles.
Happy! Happy! That’s what I am,
A girl with marbles and a monogram.
Copyright 2016 Jennifer Waters
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