Keys

• Stephanie Lawry, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2005

As I get up to my door
I reach out for my keys
I can not find them anywhere
Oh please where could they be

Those small demented rusty keys
Must have run away
How am i getting in the door
I'm stuck to my dismay

Oh what is this, i cry outloud
Lying on the ground
My small demented rusty keys
Have finally been found!

Oh yeah! i cried Yipee! i said
As i went through the door
And there was my dog Shadow
Waiting on the floor