What is the strange fascination and awe
over gadgets and gizmos, and goofy gewgaws?
The compulsion for whiz-bangs and whatchamacallits
for knick-knacks and trinkets, trifles and baubles
What is this longing for thingamadoodles,
the whole mishmash and kit and kaboodle
of whatsits and whatnots. I think it quite odd
that we drool over doohickys and thingamabobs
All these widgets and paraphernalia are just
more thingamajigs that I’ll have to dust.
Keep your thingummies, gimcracks, the whole darn shebang
this possession obsession can just go and hang.
Don’t gift me with hotchpotch concoctions or gear
I’ve declared twenty sixteen a doodad free year.
note: oh, well, maybe just a FEW doodads… sigh…