The title is a little misleading. I've definitely lost my mind, but I do know where my boobs are right now. All three of them. Well, to be honest, I don't know exactly where two of them are. I don't know if prosthetic breast humor is appropriate for blogging or not. I guess if it's not, surely the blog police will issue me a warning for a first offense.
I said the other day that I sometimes write silly poetry. Here's the latest that pays homage to lost minds and missing boobs.
Where are my glasses? I can't find my purse.
Just when it seems better, I realize it's worse.
My brain has these dark spots where light doesn't shine.
That's where stuff is hiding--the lost stuff of mine.
The name of that person. The quote I just found.
My paintbrush. My checkbook. That thingie that's round.
The most frustrating thing..I don't want to be rude...
But what gets me most is when I can't find my boob.
I should be more careful and put it away.
But I just want to throw it by the end of the day.
It's been in a basket and out in the car.
It doesn't have legs! It can't have gone far!
Some women are late when they can't find their keys.
I appreciate that, but they got nothin' on me.
My issue is this--I can't leave my house
When a body part's absent that should be in my blouse.
It all started with this. And then there came this. Now that my brain is locked in rhyme mode, there's no telling what else might come up.
May God bless you today and help you find your missing stuff.
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