Purse Curse

Purse Curse

Where the devil is it
I think I’m going to curse
I know it’s in here somewhere
I always keep it in my purse

There’s only one thing for it
Of that there is no doubt
Everything inside my purse
Will just have to be tipped out

I’ve got store cards in abundance
Which reward my loyalty
Most of which I never use
I’ll get rid of two or three

Cards which prove some memberships
Appointment cards to aid my memory
And three for different coffee shops
Earning points to get them free

Old supermarket till receipts
I should get rid of those
A shopping list from last August
Why I’ve kept that, heaven knows

Two well-used garden centre cards
A driving license, proof of ID
My bus pass and a donor card
Plus, an old photograph of me

A bank card and a plastic tenner
Are not what I’m looking for
Oh curse, now look what’s happened
It’s all fallen on the floor

But wait, what’s that, tucked in the back
It’s all squashed up and bent
That’s it, at last, I’ve found it
My clumsiness was heaven sent

I’ve had it now for donkeys’ years
Since the 70’s, I will confide
I just can’t survive without it
My treasured Metric Conversion Guide

I prefer to work with feet and inches
I think in gallons and not litres
I’ve just not engaged with Metric
Don’t care for grams or millimetres

My purse was fat and bulging
So this search was not in vain
But I bet it won’t be too long
Before its filled back up again

©Karen Stoker 19^th February 2020