What Happened To Them. Poem by margaret haig

What happened to them keys to me car?

It was right here on the table, by the bar,

Could it have walked out the door today,

While I was lookin '. Around, the other way.


Where have they gone, those Glasses of mine,

Me minds forgotten and no it's not so fine;

Is it old age, or am I going blind or mad,

But no one will listen to me, oh that's so sad,


Where have they gone, me false teeth, today,

I need them back in me mouf, what do I say;

Everything seems to disappear from me quickly,

Till me get so frustrated, I get hot and prickly.


Oh here is me keys, in the fridge, say oh why,

And me glasses were under the bed, oh I sigh;

And now here's me teef, in the microwave, but how,

I'm sure it's my unseen visitor, hey you rotten cow.


I know some days our old age gets us down,

It makes us frustrated till we're upset and frown;

But don't let anyone say I'm stupid old thing,

Cause I'll just laugh, then a funny thing I'll sing.