A closer look at a fantastic word
And no, I’m not talking in bafflegab
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
To absquatulate like a fracas herd
Throw a foofaraw over a little jab
A closer look at a fantastic word
A uni-brow is a glabella furred
And whirligigs hung too slapdash to grab
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
Scuttlebutt schlepped to sassafras by bird
Skedaddle from a skirmish of stone crab
A closer look at a fantastic word
A quibble over razzmatazz occurred
Doohickey from a lummox, easy nab
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
So scrumdiddlyumptious I may have slurred
Like tintinnabulation, it’s not drab
A closer look at a fantastic word
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
On a summer break from college,
When I traveled ‘cross the sea,
My new Instamatic camera
Made the trip (plus film) with me.
Later on, I graduated
To a camera with a case
And the kind of film you had to wind,
Much harder to replace.
Thus, for parties or vacations,
I would always be prepared
To snap pictures then make copies
So the images were shared.
That was all before our cell phones
Came with cameras installed.
Now I’m always at the ready
If a photo moment’s called.
When technology’s updated,
I am mostly quite inept,
But I so prefer my iPhone
To the cameras I once schlepped.
In another lifetime, I was there
As sudsy clothes, a’jumble,
Went round and round until removed
In damp and twisted tumble.
Into the dryers they would go
While I just sat there, reading,
To help the time go by so boredom
Skulked away, receding.
When dry, the folded sheets and such
Into my cart were nestled
And schlepped to my apartment,
Up five flights I daily wrestled.
We moved within a year to where
Our building’s basement hosted
A bevy of machines to which
An elevator coasted.
Yet when I pass the laundromat
There’s surely no debating
That I don’t miss those days of carts
And inconvenient waiting.
It sat there on the bookstore shelf
And called attention to itself;
With stairs and lights and rooms to fill,
I thought that joy it would instill.
I schlepped it home and wrapped it tight,
Anticipating sheer delight
When both the grandkids got their gift;
How it would give my heart a lift!
The paper ripped, the house unpacked,
Assembled with our wits intact,
I waited for the eyes to light
But never counted on a fight.
For each one thought that he did know
Where every item ought to go
And naturally, their views diverged
While tempers flared and shrieking surged.
At last, to combat noise pollution,
We arrived at a solution –
Separate times for each to play
To keep the rivalry at bay.
But hours later, there’s a truce;
The reason why, I can’t deduce.
I’m watching them attempt to share;
To intervene, I wouldn’t dare!