Ode to a Lost Pick

[AcornHouse]

I dropped a pick onto the ground,
I know not where, it can’t be found.
I heard it click upon the floor,
And then it vanished, out the door?

It fit me well, suited my hand,
But only solo, not in a band.
So now I’ll play with something new,
Thinking of the pick I knew.

 

[Midnight Toker]

Then one hot humid summer night,
the lieu, a call would expedite,
To my bare foot would something stick,
At last, that lost confounded pick!!

 

[dreadnut]

My pick, my pick, where can it be?
It's constantly evading me
I heard it bounce upon the floor
At least I have a hundred more

 

[mushroom]

I searched near
I searched far
Then I found it
In the guitar

 

[LeFinPepere]

I fumbled in my jeans pockets
but could not find my Standard Tortex!
All of a sudden , out of the blue,
my plectrum popped up , saying:"pick-a-boo!"

 

[Midnight Toker]

Down yonder soundhole pick had fell
like Timmy crying from a well
I held guitar high overhead
And shook it like a stepchild red

I shook and shook to no avail
That pick now locked in plectrum jail
I shook it round I couldn't stop
my sweet guitar, now Jiffy Pop

 

[Guildedagain]

Confounded I said I can't play a song
My wife sayeth mine pick is gone
But why, what hath I done
Do not stick thy pick where it doth not belong

 

[AcornHouse]

I tried a new pick, it did play just fine.
I won’t have a problem making it mine.
But I’ll always wonder, late at night,
How it could get so out of sight.

It only hit once, of that I am sure,
And then it was gone, I think you’ll concur
That picks have a way of hiding aloof,
Like magic they vanish, gone in a poof!

 

[dreadnut]

My pick has vanished once more
It might be on the floor
It jumped out of my fingers but who knows where?
Another one gone; I've lost my fair share

 

[jp]

My supply of plectrums
Diminishes so
I'm always left with one to go
And so I search
While my wife sighs
She comes to me with no surprise
A dozen picks fall on my lap
"Next time check
The washer's lint trap!"

 

[crank]

You can pick you friends
You can pick your nose
But ya can't pick your friend's nose

 

[Midnight Toker]

Naughty!!

Late Christmas Eve I sat and strummed
When Santa came down with a plunge
Grabbed my guitar like I don't care
played Ramblin Man, then Scarborough Fair

He said If I provide a snack
he'd even play behind his back!
That Santa may have known his licks
But he still made off with my picks!!!!!