Aisle twenty four

sorenbarrett

Big old store, aisles galore things as far as you can see
So I asked the clerk, who's kind of a jerk if he could find something for me
You got what I like since I was a tyke, I know you know what I mean
I got one last year so I find it real queer that there is none to be seen
What's it called he drawled, as his lip he began to chew
A whatchamacallit, if you got it but a whatchamagoogy will do
He scratched his head and started to turn red, no I said what's its name
A thingamabob, he started to sob so I said a deelybopper's the same
Give me a doohickey I ain't picky, a horse is a horse by any other name I fear
Another name, doodad would be the same, surely ya got one round here
Some call it a whatnot, no not a cumquat, don't see it, that's queer
He started to shake and a fist to make, he was trembling it was quite clear
Don't ya speak English why can't ya distinguish what I'm asking for
Sorry I didn't hear, your words weren't clear, you say its on aisle twenty four

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2025 03:09
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  • orchidee

    A wotsit, I call it! Good write SB. lol.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Orchi appreciate your reading of this poem it's sometimes hard to remember the word for Botox

    • Paul Bell

      Reminds of the days when you needed to buy condoms, but for some reason you left with soap, shampoo, chewing gum, everything apart from the coveted condoms. Still, I did smell nice.



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