Where Did I Hide My Stash?

I just got back from the quilt shop,
Now I gotta hide my stash.
Cause you don’t want hubby to find it,
It’s worth far more than cash.

Fat quarters in the trunk,
End bolts underneath the bed.
Boxes stored at Betty’s house,
Gotta keep this all straight in my head.

Batiks in the bedroom closet,
Hand dyes under the sink.
Prints and sateens in the pantry,
Oh! What would the neighbors think!

Now it’s time to use my fabric,
And I’m searching in a mad dash.
I can’t remember where I put them.
Where did I hide my stash!?

After days of searching I found it.
But it’s far too beautiful to cut,
So I’m off to the quilt shop to buy more,
Help! Will I ever get out of this rut?

*I just got back from the quilt shop,
Now I gotta hide my stash.
Cause you don’t want hubby to find it,
It’s worth far more than cash.*