MISSING
Julie Andrews b.1935

I've lost my sense of humour,

It fell into a well.

That's full of dark self-pity,

As far as I can tell.

I'm glared at by the children.

I'm yelled at by the boss

And every little word I say

Makes everybody cross.

I'd run away and not come back

If it would do some good.

But nobody would notice

So I don't think I should.

I miss my sense of humour

And if, by chance, you see

It peeking round a corner

Please send it back to me.

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