That word… you know

POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 17, 2013

That word… you know

 

The doohickey in my thingamybob
Has got a broken widget,
and I can’t tell with all this stuff
my gizmo from my gadget.
My arm joint and my sitting
end are simply too confusing.

 

A thingamyjjg is what I need
to fix my old contraption,
and nip this doubrey in the bud;
It’s damaging my gubbins.

 

Whatshisname is coming over
to help me with the watsit.
His Doo-Dah will be just the job
to save the whatchamacallit.
I hope he doesn’t forget his bits
and bobs – he’s so forgetful.
That person said he’d lose his thing
If it hadn’t been … you know.

 

by John Black

UK