Now let me think! As I recall,
    Was it a week? Or two? Or three?
The last time that I heard from you,
    And the last you thought of me.

I was minding my own business.
    Busy with my life.
When you called me on the telephone.
    You sounded deep in strife.

With pressing words, in heavy tone,
    You swayed me as you pleaded
To borrow something right away,
    That I owned, and which you needed.

With my consent you chuckled
    How I had saved the day,
And said, you'd be right-over.
    You showed up right away.

Now, I've needed what you borrowed
    A time or two myself,
Since the day you hurried over,
    And pulled it from my shelf.

And the task for which you used it
    Has been completed for some time.
And I doubt you meant to steal it,
    Or commit some other crime;

But it leaves good folks to wonder
    At your blindness to discern,
Twix your readiness to borrow,
    And your slowness to return.

Hurry back with it, too. Please!