The wheels fell off my thingamajig
as a thingy
came loose in the whachamacallit
or perhaps it was the doodad
on the wotsit
which was the cause to stall it
and it'll take a few odds 'n' sods
plus a new doodah
and some hoo-ha
to make the gizmo
or doohickey
go again so
not to take the mickey
but prep the whole whoop-de-do
to look like new
I'll probably plop
for purchasing the gubbins
or bits and bobs
in a thingamabob
shop
and possibly more
at a whatnot
store
What is that gizmo on your head?
Little doodad his son quickly said
Is it a whatchamacallit or a rinky dink?
Whatever you want Daddy, whatever you think.
The pool-side aliens who had been listening were trying to decipher
Words that made no sense, like vacuum, dust, and diaper
Gizmo? Doodad? Rinky Dink?
Do we have the right planet, do you think?
Let’s find an easier language to study,
said the Captain Little Buddy.
I wish to possess an artifact,
or possibly an object.
There are spaces
in this poem,
gaps in this thing, these lines.
So do we not need an item,
or some kind of body?
How about an article?
If there are spaces, gaps, holes,
we do require something to fill
those spaces, those
gaps, those
holes.
So why do we remember
all those things, stuff from our past
and wish to possess?
It will happen to me;
hasn't hit me yet,
but, oh dear, it will, it will.
(Jul 2022)
Spending money on a worthless doodad
Caught his eye like a red-blinking light,
Reminded him of something he never had
Spending money on a worthless doodad.
Later, buyer’s remorse made him feel bad
Too late, he realized a foolish man’s plight,
Spending money on a worthless doodad
Caught his eye like a red-blinking light.
Too late, he realized a foolish man’s plight
It’s money burning a hole in his pocket,
Impulsive spending without foresight
Too late, he realized a foolish man’s plight.
Stupid behavior often comes back to bite
Driving his car, for example, like a rocket,
Too late, he realized a foolish man’s plight
It’s money burning a hole in his pocket.
(Interlocking Triolet)
written January 25, 2022
There once was an old geezer named Bob
who loved to munch on corn on the cob.
But since he wore false teeth
kernels got underneath:
and so he'd turn them down with a sob.
Sitting on the can, he read an ad
touting a brand new fancy doodad:
So he pulled up his pants
got some dental implants,
and chomps more corn than he ever had.
Change Happens
Written: by Miracle Man
1-11-2020
Its a given, that change,
is an ongoing thing.
It causes me to contemplate,
what tomorrow might bring.
All change isn’t beneficial,
though some appears rad.
Many spend big bucks,
on some high tech doodad.
I ask myself one question,
about new things in play.
Will it make my life tomorrow,
better than yesterday?
“our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time;
what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better”
Sydney J. Harris
YOU? Why are YOU up in here, all on the prowl,
looking closely at me, causing me to scowl?
DUDE, can't you see anger set in my jowls?
I just arrived brand new, so I still remember
how my last life ended one cold September
when someone - YOU - forgot to yell timber!
Are you listening, seeing this face, witnessing
my expression of disdain as loathing clad?
You scad ... what, huh .. what DID new Mom call you?
NOT grandad, no - no, that cannot be true.
You and me, related .. that I cannot do.
The angels must have placed this wee doodad
on the wrong heavenly infant launchpad.
Oh, me, just great - I'm already living mad.
Sometimes I feel sad maybe even mad
That's when I like to go to a place
Where my rhymes can be cad or bad
They might even make you glad
Always strive to be ironclad
Possibly start a fad
A new world to be had when I'm on the keypad
Feel free to gad
This place will never be a doodad
Everyone is welcome even if your a nomad
The place is rad
Its called Wattpad
2/2017
ALLITERATION
ON A THERAPIST’S TREATMENT
To physically fit my fickle frame
I found the fame of the following dame:
From sit to somewhat surely stand
I can, when I concur with her command.
When I wearily wend my wobbly way
Debbie certainly does say
“Prance a dance on this piddly pad,
And be by chance enhanced
By my fond fiddly foam doodad”.
Bring a leg back, braced by the bar,
Failed at first, then finally far.
When I try to take my tipsy turn
How to, I would literally like to learn.
Well, now I feel a right real start
By she, so surely seemingly smart.
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