Deja vu is what he sees…
Of his “aide”,
He thinks it’s in a safe place,
To find important bills lost in space…
He’s lost on his own,
Frustration blasts are out of place!
‘Twas like this thereby,
Not knowing what he’d find awry…
A tubful of towels
Wet and he howls,
Evening by evening he cries.
What’s to be done this time,
When there’s little reason or rhyme…
Have to enforce
Order, of course,
And not blow up at the same time!