Has anyone seen it—my dear aplomb?Maybe I left it behind at home; Or put it on a secret shelf,To wear when I didn’t like myself.
I had it yesterday; it was clearly seen,Or so to my keen intellect it seemed; Didn’t I infer what they implied?I thought 'twas my aplomb they spied,
Sparkling, striking, powerfully pleasing;“It becomes you,” they said.Then again, it might have been That they were only teasing.
Surely it didn’t fall and slip Down the sink while I did dishes--Now lost on some iridescent tripOf ethereal suds and wishes?
Did the maid, in cleaning determinationThink it dust or an aberrationAnd remove it forever from its placeIn the room where I put on my face?
I wore it charm and poise, and grace.With style, panache, finesse,But now I’ve misplaced my aplombAnd everything’s a mess.
It’s quite the faux pa I’ve madeI guess; but even so The moi I was I wouldn’t tradeFor the new me I now know.