LOST AND FOUND

 
He put them in a good place that's for sure
Forgetfulness I'm afraid there isn't a cure 
So he looked for them here and also there
No success and it drove him to despair 

Under the cushion and still alas no joy 
What a to do for this good old boy
Made matters worse he had fading sight 
Continued his search both day and night 

Behind the settee an instant attraction 
Found what he wanted a happy reaction 
Maybe he should chain them to his waist
They would then never be lost or misplaced