Seen My Keys Have You?
|Lost my keys I have. Looked all over for them I have. Under my bed, in my dresser, on my desk, under my desk, in my desk, in my closet, in the refrigerator (hurt it could not and hungry I was), in the lock to the front door, in the lock to the back door, in the kitchen cabinets, in my airspeeder, in between the cushions of my seat in the Council chamber, in the mail box, and in the bathroom I looked. |
Then, a meeting with the Chancellor I remembered that I had, so my steps to and from the Senate I re-traced. Produce any results, digging through every trash can along the way did not. So through all of the dumpsters I dug. Still nothing. So the Senate chambers I checked. Approve of this, Palpatine's droids did not. The dumpster odor on me they detected. For a homeless intruder, they confused me. To draw my lightsaber they forced me. New droids Palpatine will need.
Back to the Temple I came. All of the Jedi who were out on assignment I called back. All the Jedi do a systematic search of the temple for my keys, I made. Turn up the keys did not. The authorities put out a general alert to the populace, I had. Still no keys.
Only one thing could this mean. My keys Kenobi took and return them he did not. So out I took Kenobi and with the power washer I sprayed him.
"If where my keys are you tell me, stop this I will," with him I pleaded.
Listen to reason he would not. "Aaaaaaaah! Please stop! I told you, I don't know where your keys are!"
Stubborn Kenobi was being, so more gentle persuasion I decided he needed. But respond to the electro-shock therapy he did not. Now, hanging by his toes I have him.
Go back to him now I must, so that... Wait, in my pocket what this is? Hello, keys. Hmm, get Kenobi down from there I must. Yes, do that right after my nap I must.