The Thingamajig

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“Where’s the thingamajig?”

I cry in despair,

I rummage in drawers,

Look under the chair.

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“What, the TV remote?”

The hubby suggests,

“No, I’ve found that,

On that old wooden chest.”

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It’s essential, it’s needed,

My heart races,

I search through cupboards

And dusty obscure places.

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But what’s it called?

I just can’t remember,

The thingamajig, thingy,

I had it last December.

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Hubby sighs and shrugs,

“Well, I’ve no idea.

You’ll manage without it.

Your innovative my dear.”

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And just when I give up,

Well, stone the crows.

There it is, the stapler,

Right under my nose.

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On my desk!

By Elsie King © 2025

Feature Picture provided by Elsie King