difficult to classify
an unknown gizmo
thingamabob, doohickey
whatchamacallit
unnamed yet not unexpected
not unlike certain people
whose unique qualities defy classification
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
thingamabob
unreal, unknown
maddening, bewildering, puzzling
doohickey, widget ~ gizmo, contraption
entertaining, guessing, laughing
funny, not funny
whatchamacallit
August 15, 2022
You might have blisters on your hands from all your manual toil.
You may be climbing up a pole with an electrical coil.
Could be a produce vendor shucking husks from the cob.
It’s just a job.
You might have permanent employment, or only work from time to time.
You may have ring around the collar from industrial grime.
Could be working in a hotel kitchen spearing kebabs.
It’s just a job.
You might regard it a profession, a career, or a chore.
You may be forced to punch a time clock when you pass through the door.
Could be an undercover agent, or a thug with the mob.
It’s just a job
You might be laboring like Sisyphus for minimum wage.
You may possess a golden parachute for late middle age.
Could be widgeting the fittings on a thingamabob.
It’s just a job.
You might be entry level ready for the corporate sphere.
You may be hoping to retire in by the end of the year.
Could be cleaning up a crime scene where the vic was a slob.
It’s just a job
You might be licensed by the state to practice criminal law.
You may be framing out a condo with a circular saw.
We all need to make a living, even trash-talking snobs.
It’s just a job.
I don't wish to sound an alarm
But ladies are losing their charm
My thingamabob
Appears shish kabob
And they aim to skewer the farm!
Thought today was going to be pretty good
But it's cold and snow again
What a nasty winter we're having this year
As bad as I can't remember when
It takes all my strength and intestinal fortitude
Not to crack under these conditions
I'm not at all pleased but I say to myself
Not long before spring's transition
This year seems to be particularly difficult
Used to say, “hey, I'm a Canadian!”
I'm a hardy old soul, been through this before
But this year hurts my cranium
Is this what we now call “Global Colding”
“Global Warming” was yesterday's news
Better start building those igloos real soon
You'll need mukluks instead of shoes
The prognosticator's predictions were off the mark
Though they'll probably have an excuse
Like the “thingamabob” on their “dohickey” thingy
Gave a wrong prognosis they deduce
© Jack Ellison 2014
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