Lost (and yet not found)

My little girl lost her sweatshirt
It ran away from home
I could not find it
‘cose it had no phone
It has two pockets it could have put it there and telephoned me when it got to
where it was….
It was a naughty sweatshirt
I thought it was hiding in her room
I looked under the bed and tickled all
the other sweatshirts with a broom.
They were not amused and refused to tell me where that little black sweatshirt
had to run away to, oh where?
Never mind I said, you can be replaced
because you have no feet and certainly
not a face.

And the person that used to wear you is at home and very safe.

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