Looking for my mojo,
Now where on earth did it go?
It was here a bit ago,
I hate it when it breaks its flow,
Really tough for my ego,
Usually here near my pillow,
Hope it turns up tomorrow.
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Random Misanthrope 
Love the simplicity of this poem. I look forward to reading future posts by you!
Have you lost your mojo?
It can’t be so.
It’s right where you last left it, you know….
Nah, I got my mojo workin’
It was there underneath my merkin,
😉
LOLOL! that is too funny! What’s even funnier is that my youngest daughter has named all of her friends with the characters from the Powerpuff Girls and when she got to me the only one left was the villian, Mojo-jojo 😦 Suppose that was on purpose? Just kidding, I know it wasn’t. I just laughed and said “Are you calling me a monkey?” thanks for sharing, Terri
Haha, until I went looking for a pic to put with the piece I didn’t know about the Powerpuff Monkey. I had seen him before but didn’t know what he was called.
For me mojo first was the candy I ate and loved as a boy, and then acquired the blues meaning afterwords. Glad you got a good laugh! 🙂
Yo, glad you refound your mojo. Ho! Ho!
cool poetry with tickling rhyming words.
well done.
🙂
I hate it when that happens!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/01/07/toothleth-in-tekthath/
oops. good luck next time,
a gripping humor piece.