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It seems that I have lost it, that come hither look, I don't know where it went, or if it was took. I know I used to have it, for all the guys were mine I had them all tied up, like a big old ball of twine. Did I lose it when I married, and love was always there? Did I lose it when I first found that old grey hair? Was when I changed that diaper, or bought that brand new van, But for some strange reason, I can't get a man. I know it couldn't be that I have been spit upon or that they saw me in my curlers mowing the lawn. Could it have been that day at the grocery store, when I spanked the baby caused he simply screamed for more. I know that it was here, I used it every day It always came in handy to help me get my way. But for some strange reason it seems to have disappeared Could it be my husband drank it with his beer? His friends all used to look as if I were some gold and now I hear them talking, "Boy she's looking old!" So, where is this art of flirting, that I used to own Could it be that with the garbage out it was thrown? I want to keep on looking, for I feel it's need somehow, But can't just yet, there's acres to be plowed. So if you find it laying around your house someday Please pick it up, you'll need it some you could say. For when I was younger, and it belonged to me, you would never have suspected this is what I'd turn out to be. Kathalise Martin
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