One smile makes a week.
One of my profs (Janette) lost her keys last week and was distraught about the whole thing - having to pay for replacements, etc., etc.
So in a bid to cheer her up I rebuilt an old poem to suit the circumstance. (DCA is the acronym for the office where she thought she misplaced her keys) The poem (doggerel, really) made her laugh so I call that a win. #ItsTheLittleThings
Janette had a ring of keys,
Of metal cold as snow,
And every where that Janette went,
Those keys were sure to go ;
They followed her to DCA -
‘Twere not against the rule,
It made the artists smile all day
Having Janette at their school
But lo she lost her keys that day,
And though she searched around,
Like needles in a stack of hay,
Those keys would not be found;
They lost themselves so very well,
All hope was lost that day,
And Janette understood so well,
For these keys she’d have to pay.
‘What makes the keys spurn Janette so?'
The saddened artists cry-
‘O, Janette loves her keys you know,'
Her friends did all reply; -
‘But had you used the bluetooth tile,
In confidence may bind,
And let you follow all the while,
Your keys you would now find.’