Ode To A Lost Jacket

You might work at Panera if... Lost and found items are to be worn as costumes during down time.

-x-

You may think that as a Panera cashier I'm just a cute face and two hand-fulls of fingers for button pushing. But no, I am also a poet.

Observe my handiwork, written in writer's panic on receipt paper after Moira deposited a poor lost jacket into the abandoned items drawer. As a certain llama with a hat would say, "I will not apologize for art."

Ode To A Lost Jacket

Oh little boy jacket,

From whence did you come?

A little boy left you to dine all alone.

The food has been eaten, 

And just drinks are left,

Is he out somewhere missing you, cold and bereft? 

Little boy, I hope you come back to us to get your jacket. 

~Pixie