Lost and Found

There is a little box,
Down the next corridor,
That keeps things we have forgot,
items left forever more.

Old sports clothes and odd socks,
Things that no body owns,
Smells like ancient times,
Things slowly out grown.

People hide unwanted possessions,
'Lost' new shoes, old baggy clothes,
Things that they try to hide,
Until the school starts to close.

This is the place of hidden things,
Some treasured and some hated,
Something's staying for a little,
But many very dated.

This is the lost and found,
Where people bury,
Until another day,
To be stolen by another fairy