The View

Her view was blocked by washing

Piled high up on a chair

She couldn’t see behind it

And didn’t know what could be there

She thought it may be earrings

Or the money that she’d lost

Or was it those old work boots

That she’d taken off and tossed?

It could be a pack of biscuits

Or an empty can of beans

The scarf she had been looking for

Or that dirty pair of jeans

She struggled to see round it

So she knew it must be moved

She needed to see behind there

So her theories could be proved

She carefully started digging

And came across a shelf!

The more she moved the washing

The more she could see herself!

“That was where the mirror went”

She thought inside her head

“I thought it fell down from the wall

And lodged behind the bed”