Lost and Found

Lost and Found by Kenn Nesbitt

I have to go to Lost and Found.
I need to have a look around.
I lost my pencil and my pen.
I lost my binder once again.

I lost my scarf, my coat, my hat,
my baseball glove and ball and bat.
I lost my lunch. I lost a shoe,
my wallet, and my money, too.

Today I lost a tooth in class.
I lost my marbles in the grass.
I lost a game of tic-tac-toe.
I lost my head a while ago.

I may have lost my sense of smell
and lost my place in line as well.
I lost my patience, lost my cool.
I lost these things—and more—at school.

I hope I find them in the mound
of missing stuff at Lost and Found.
But most of all, I hope to find
my brain because I’ve lost my mind.