The Lost Marbles

My father is forgetful, he loses things all the time. It creates such a ruckus because he says he’s very careful. It’s not his fault, it must be one of us! He’s always so sure where it was, never does he doubt. They must’ve been taken and left someplace about. Why he keeps them I’ll never know, it’s a toy for boys after all! Lots of times we search for hours at an end and often While we search he would be the one that finds them. Then demand from us to explicate! It’s not fair I tell you, it’s not right, blaming us for his misdeeds. But this time is the worst by far, for once more they’ve been mislaid And father is truly puzzled, as only he was home today!