My earring scratched the pillowcase
then came undone
and scratched my face.
And when it fell upon the floor
I thought it lost and gone for sure
That is, until I woke on morn
I stepped upon it like a thorn.
It stuck into my tenderfoot
and when pulled out, covered with smoot
I declared the ring a curse!
And threw it quickly in my purse
and headed out the door
to rid of it and hurt no more.
When i arrived down at the dump
unclasped my purse and, like a chump
I'd missed my mark back at the house!
I'd had bad aim and like a louse
threw the earring someplace else.
Anticipating earring spurn
I searched for it upon return
I could not find it no now I wait
and when I step, I hesitate.
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