My Light Fingered Ghost

A mystery has puzzled me,

It's a problem we all know,

Tea spoons, and remote controls,

Where do they bloody go.

The lottery, my ticket,

Am I A millionaire,

I'm sure I left it on the shelf,

Now It isn't there.

I've turned my house into a tip,

Just looking for a pen,

That one odd sock as always,

You'll never see again.

Who hides my keys and wallet,

At those times I need them most,

I've come to the conclusion,

I've got a thieving ghost.