Where have I laid down my hook?
My gleaming, shining hook
Which I wear upon my lost hand.
Was it upon the map table
Perhaps sandwiched between maps.
Maybe I left it when dining?
The steak might have my hook
Embed into it tender center.
I don’t recall placing it back
In the velvet case which it belongs
When I am not currently using it.
No, my crew wouldn’t play a trick on me.
They would know one of them
Would walk the plank.
Only one other could be so cruel
As a joke to take my hook.
For he torments my life
Flying above out of reach
Doesn’t he know how much
My hook really means to me?
April 15 prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/