The SomethingA Poem by Rita L. SevWhat else could it be?There’s a Something in our row home, I don’t know what it is; It brings mischief into every single room.
We’ve known it since we moved here, We’ve learned to coexist; Some kind of poltergeist, I must presume.
It doesn’t moan and holler, It doesn’t dress in sheets, It doesn’t move the furniture around.
In fact, our Something’s subtle, Quite stealthy in its acts; I’ve never heard it make a single sound.
So why am I so certain That the Something’s here at all? I’ll tell you what it does in all our spaces:
It puts forks where only spoons go, It mismatches all the socks, It moves the tools from all their proper places.
It leaves mugs out on the counter, And the milk out overnight, Lets oatmeal dry and crust onto the bowl;
Its most clever little habit That gets me every time Is leaving empty toilet paper rolls
It unfolds clean, stacked laundry, It hides my husband’s keys Leaves water bottles all around the house.
I’m certain Something’s in here ~ What else could it be? If you don’t believe me,
ask my loving spouse!
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