Somewhere a dog barked and I suddenly found
the spool of black thread
that rolled under the bed.
And the turquoise car I could never afford
And the fork that got stuck in the carving board.
I know I’ve seen that banana before
And, hey, there’s my book from when I was four.
Oh dear, there’s that present I had meant to give
And, look, the key from where I used to live!
A grape popsicle I once lost in the street
Is back from the dead and still just as sweet.
The chicken’s perplexing, but sure fun to draw.
Of course, there’s a cupcake but the inside is raw.
But the best thing of all from this barking surprise
Is that one damn lone sock that disappears as it dries!
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