{"id":1761,"date":"2018-12-27T14:16:55","date_gmt":"2018-12-27T14:16:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/?p=1761"},"modified":"2020-02-25T14:24:53","modified_gmt":"2020-02-25T14:24:53","slug":"the-sunglasses-nightmare","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/?p=1761","title":{"rendered":"The Sunglasses’ Nightmare"},"content":{"rendered":"

You know what it’s like when you put something down, but you just can’t remember where…..<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n

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I looked for them here, I looked for them there,
I looked for those sunglasses everywhere.
I looked in the kitchen, I looked in the hall,
Where had I put them? I couldn\u2019t recall.
Searched the lounge, even looked in the loo;
Without my sunglasses what would I do?
Should have walked the dog before the sunrise,
Now the sun is too bright, it will hurt my eyes;
Looked through my office, turned files upside down,
The smile I woke up with had turned into a frown.
I just need my sunglasses, I need them to wear;
Oh the frustration! \u00a0I was beginning to swear.
Are they in the car? Took a look in the garage:
Had my wife hid them? No, I mustn\u2019t disparage.
Now getting ever more desperate, even looking under the bed,
And that\u2019s when I found them – on top of my head!<\/p>

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