Thy sky is dull like a dark microwave. 

We are packing and playing with cool cards. 

Then thy black boots of ellie were misplaced.

We foraged through the room and searched by yard. 

We then looked through our bags and other rooms. 

With ticking time until we exit… why now?!? 

We think the boots were running away…zoom! 

I softly say, “we shall not give up now.” 

We foraged like some mice that whiffed up cheese.  

We are pigs as we search for these black boots. 

Then the dad of ellie said, “hurry please!”

We got all scared and scrambled for the boots. 

All of a sudden she said, “check that bag!”
And there they were, thy boots in that blue bag!