THE ORIGINAL:


Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;
In my own way, and with my full consent.
Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely
Went to their deaths more proud than this one went.
Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping
I will confess; but that's permitted me;
Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping
Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.
If I had loved you less or played you slyly
I might have held you for a summer more,
But at the cost of words I value highly,
And no such summer as the one before.
Should I outlive this anguish—and men do--
I shall have only good to say of you. 



MY PARODY:


Well, I do lose you, lose you frequently.
It is my way to lose necessities.
Say what you will, it's just been recently
I've lost you twice a week, my missing keys.
Some days of lengthy searches and frustration
I will confess, but that's required of me.
Then finding you results in such elation.
I hit the road, for from my cage I'm free!
If I loved staying home and scorned employment,
I know I wouldn't value you so highly.
But buying things with paychecks brings enjoyment.
So when you're lost, I search for you quite spryly.
For those like me, misplacing things gets worse.
Today I tossed the house to find my purse.