Gadgets designed for saving space
Are filling my over-filled place
I buy suitcases which expand
And scissors which fit both my hands
My problem is a cannot find
The white walking cane for the blind
The hearing aid, and my spare teeth
Are hidden somewhere underneath
I know I bought one, but forget
The secret place where it was set
To hide from burglars, book disguise
Will also hide it from my eyes
I've summer clothes and winter clothes
But in between ones, no-one knows
They're in a suitcase, on the floor
Or hiding, shy, behind the door
I need to find the bill for rates
I found the tea cups, lost the plates
I found the fork but lost the knife
Can't find tea spoons to save my life
I've fixed ten shelves onto the wall
But can't find anything at all.
I've put old leaflets in the bin
But more arrive - you just can't win.
I've folded big bags in small ones
Expanding bags - holiday fun
Old things bought last year now are missed
My shopping list - I've lost that list
What will they say when I have died?
Here's the whole life of this old dear
To sort it out will take a year
Throw it away - at least she tried.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury
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