Every thing by Gwyeth Brown.

NOTE: This poem was written
in response to the challenge of
write a poem using a "made up"
word.

EVERYTHING
Thingy put that thing on the table
When we were on holiday last year
in thingamajig. You know, where we
bumped into thingy who used
to live down the road from us.
I know who you mean, she was married
to that big man who worked at thingy.
and was related to Mrs thingy in the
chemist shop who sells those thingamabobs.
That’s right, I get them sometimes.
Ta ra. See you later at the thing tonight