Lost, the LIST

This is a real problem, I have some shopping to do, and my list is not in my purse.  Really, it’s nowhere that I can see.  I have my “to do” list, it’s right on my desk.  But, the shopping list traveled with me yesterday, and is now MIA.  Whenever I can’t find something, I remember my mother saying (a quote from a poem):

but darling, it must be somewhere or other 
 Have you looked in the inkwell?

 I have not looked in the inkwell, but darn near everywhere else.  That’s what I get for not finishing my shopping yesterday.  But, I did try.  One store was no longer at the location I drove to, and then rush hour traffic, etc, etc.  All excuses, but it doesn’t solve my problem.  I’ll just buy everything I see, or something like that.

Here’s the poem:

Hiding
Dorothy Aldis
I’m hiding I’m hiding
And no one knows where;
For all they can see is my
Toes and my hair.

And I just heard my father
Say to my mother –
“But, darling, he must be
Somewhere or other;”

“Have you looked in the inkwell?”
And Mother said, “Where?”
“In the inkwell” said Father. But
I was not there.

Then “Wait!” cried my mother –
“I think that I see
Him under the carpet.” But
It was not me.
“Inside the mirror’s
A pretty good place,”
Said Father and looked, but saw
Only his face.

“We’ve hunted,” sighed Mother,
“As hard as we could
And I am so afraid that we’ve
Lost him for good.”

Then I laughed out aloud
And I wiggled my toes
And Father said – “Look, dear,
I wonder if those

“Toes could be Benny’s?
There are ten of them, see?
And they were so surprised to find
Out it was me!