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.”
*
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
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