To Misplace is to Lose

This is week 25 of Chelsea’s Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest and by all accounts it’s a very serious week.

Our Topic, therefore, is a regular item that we constantly misplace. Write an elegy to it. The most important rule is Make it Terrible.

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To Misplace is to Lose

Hark thee temper, I loseth
thee
free…
quentlee.

Careless me.

Lo temper, a canker-blossom
you’re really pretty awesome
and more so even if you could come
across some
patience.

Look at that car! Says my beastly patience crassly. Oops, lost.

These lousy lines aren’t moving. Obnoxious and clumsy patience, plump and scary. Oops, lost.

He was out at home? What? That flabby umpire is blindingly blind! Oops, lost.

My lusty patience. Silly and sometimes witty. Mysteriously mysterious. And imperious. Why so serious? You joker.

Oh proud patience: my paltry pretender of a painfully prickly persistence. Would you obey me if I didn’t mislay thee?