Poem 432 – Stop Thief!

Last week I lost three hours.
This was careless I know,
But at some point along
The way, they were stolen,
Snatched from under my nose.

Whoever took them must
Have had a fit of remorse,
For yesterday, they sneaked
Them back, leaving my body
Confused and out of sorts…

My body’s more than a little discombobulated today (what a great word that is!)
(12.11.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Caleb Toranzo on Unsplash

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