She’s trying to correct all she did wrong.

Oh,Sue lost her special pencil,
She could not make her stencil.
She’s been searching through her art bag all day long.
She found fifteen putty rubbers,
And stuck them in her cupboard,
She’s suspects somewhere,somehow, something’s going wrong.
She looked inside her briefcase,
That pencil must be someplace!
Sue is not yet singing her sweet songs.
The cats  screech in panic attacks,
Her lover said he won’t come back.
He says he’s taking the next plane to Hong Kong.
Kate looked in all her pockets,
And inside her gold lockets.
This blooming search has gone on far too long!
So let’s get things in perspective.
This pencil’s misdirected,
but all this searching speaks a special tongue.
She’s not looking for the thing she lost,
She’s looking in her Freudian past,
She’s trying to correct  all she did wrong.
So down came her Guardian angel,
To show her some new angles.
but Kate was shouting “Oh,go off,go hang!”
So the angel got so cross and mad,
She said to Kate,”Look here,you’re sad”
So Kate sat down and hummed the Song of Songs.
The angels dance,the cat’s entranced,
Her lover offers glad Romance,
and Kate is very happy to belong.
She lives on earth,life’s full of worth,
She wants to write all through the night.
And ideas flood her mind like songs
This  poem is getting far too long………
too long,so long.. so long………………
bye………bye…………