(A humorous, whimsical poem about whatchamacallits, thing‑a‑ma‑jigs, and all the mysterious gizmos we can’t remember the names of. Lighthearted nonsense from Debra’s Cozy Poetry Corner.)
“The Whatchamacallits of Life“
I went to find my whatchamacallit,
But tripped over a thing‑a‑ma‑jig.
Then a doo‑ma‑giggy rolled past my foot,
Followed by a doo‑bobber that was too big!
A doo‑ma‑hickie jumped on the table
And danced like it owned the place.
While a thing‑a‑ma‑jig spun circles around
With a smug little “catch me!” squishy-dirty face.
My room was full of electric gizmos galore,
Each stranger than the last.
If you asked me what any of them were,
I’d say, “Uh… something‑a‑ma‑whatsit‑fast.”
So now I keep a basket labeled “Stuff I Can’t Recall.”
Because my brain refuses to name them at all.
If you’ve got thing-a-ma-jigs scattered just like me,
Toss them in your labeled basket or your gizmo drawer.
Keep them neat and not all over the basement floor!

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