I grew up with adults who frequently made up names for items when they couldn't recall the official name of the said item. Colourful terms have arisen across time for naming these puzzling items. I use them myself, I must admit...
Do you hear adults using such words?
So, I share this poem, celebrating some of those colourful words.
Remember, sometimes poetry gets its spark from wordplay.
Remember, sometimes poetry gets its spark from wordplay.
Dooverlackie
When my Dad
fixes things
Around our
house
He
sometimes asks me to help
He calls me
his apprentice
He calls me
his fetcher
He calls
himself Mr. Fixit
Pass me the
dooverlackie
Says Dad
Dooverlackie?
Yes, beside
the whatchamacallit
Watchamacallit?
Yes, under
the thingamajig
Thingamajig?
That’s
right, I need to unscrew the doodad on the gizmo
Oh…
So I hand
him what I think might be the dooverlackie
And just
hope I’m right
No, says
Dad
That’s a…
That’s a
dohickey
I only use
that when I’m fixing a thingamadoodle
Dad ruffles
my hair
And smiles.
Alan j Wright
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