Once Bitten, Twice Shy.

I lost my wallet once, I lost my wallet twice

The first felt like a punch,

the second I just wished I’d die

I prayed so hard and days went by

I lodged a report and started to cry(okay I didn’t la! it just ryhmes okay!)

Then one lazy afternoon

Didn’t think I’d get it back

No, not anytime soon

When this man comes knocking on my door

I was happy as ever to have answered that call,

Because in his hands

Was my wallet with everything in it,

dollars and cents

Twice I lost it,

Twice it passed through honest hands.

~ by Gifford on September 27, 2007.