Tossed and Found - a Rhyming Role on the Big Black Hole

(Where Things May Mysteriously Disappear and Reappear)

Linda Ann Nickerson

"Though this be madness,
Yet there is method in 't."
William Shakespeare
Hamlet (Act II, Scene 2)

Black holes are looming, vacant spots
Where stuff may disappear.
These universal cosmic blots
May reappear down here.

In any place, in time or space,
When items can't be found,
Things disappear without a trace
And leave us all spellbound.

We blame the chasm, the abyss,
The Triangle and spies,
When usually, things we miss
Are right beneath our eyes.

We have a black hole in the drive
With mysteries untold.
It harbors truants: dead, alive,
Long lost from our household.

There is our family pharmacy,
A rolling general store.
This be the stuff of lunacy,
And yet we offer more.

Just reach beneath the seat and see
The treasures you may find:
Loose change, a toothbrush, missing key
And maybe peace of mind.

Published by Linda Ann Nickerson - Featured Contributor in Lifestyle and Sports

Linda Ann Nickerson brings decades of reporting and a globally minded Midwestern perspective to a host of topics, balancing human interest with history, hard facts and often humor.   View profile

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  • Sylvia Outlaw 2/20/2008

    I do believe this is a description of my art supply room!!

  • Charlie K 2/20/2008

    Love this one!

  • Lenora Murdock 2/18/2008

    LOL.....This is really good. You are so creative and talented.

  • Missy H. 2/17/2008

    Cute :)

  • Herstory 2/17/2008

    LOL! (and the bottom of my purse)

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