That Imagination

Where's my imagination?
I haven't seen her for some time.
She runs off every now and then, sensitive girl.
She's full of monkey tricks.
Once she hid behind the curtains for days.
When I scolded her for it -
She just laughed.
She has a laugh like the sky.
If you heard her laugh, you'd say,
"Oh boy."
Because a laugh like hers leaves you quite speechless.
You wouldn't be able to think of what to say.
I miss her quite terribly and without her I am a cliché.
She loves to collect keys.
All sorts of keys.
No one could say why or where she gets them from.
I would say,
"Golly-gee-my, that's a lot of keys."
If you were lucky,
Her eyes might light up and she'd unlock some door over there, take you by surprise.
But other times, she'd just lie in bed.
Covered in keys.
Keys and keys and keys:
A cool key weight over her eyes
And a sharp key taste in her mouth.
She would lie quiet and still -
So quiet that it was rude.
Man oh man, she's rude!
I am always dotting her eyes and crossing her tees.
"Mam, where's your politeness?"
She'd pout and run away.
Although I'm not sure why she left this time.
I don't know where she lives, else I'd visit her.
The once I did find her in an igloo, the imp.
Trying to imagine up a refrigerator to keep things warm in.
Imagine!
Anyway, if you see her,
my Imagination,
Please send her back to me immediately.
She's the one with a laugh like the sky.