The THING-A-MA-JIG for the WHATCHAMACALLIT (poem) by John Michael Domino on AuthorsDen

The THING-A-MA-JIG for the WHATCHAMACALLIT
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My parents and teachers used these expressions when I was growing up as a kid in Brooklyn. Now I find myself using them more and more. What was that thing again?

The THING-A-MA-JIG for the WHATCHAMACALLIT When you finally become a senior and are over 55 You are very thankful that your wits have survived But it’s O.K. if you forget the name of things For English/American slang can cover almost anything It’s is that THING-A-MA-JIG for the WHATCHAMACALLIT That I need to have right away Please get that THING-A-MA-JIG for the WHATCHAMACALLIT Yes, got to have it, right now, today! Don’t ask what it is, because really I cannot recall It’s the THING-A-MA-JIG for the WHATCHAMACALLIT Today it's the inner parts that flush the toilet bowl That THING-A-MA-JIG for the WHATCHAMACALLIT It’s so important that those parts all work very well For without that THING-A-MA-JIG for the WHATCHAMACALLIT Our home sweet home would surely smell like _____________! Amen!! © 2014, John Michael Domino References: Whatchamacallit - a shortened version of "what you might call it http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whatchamacallit Thing·a·ma·jig /ˈθɪŋəməˌdʒɪg/ a gadget or other thing for which the speaker does not know or has forgotten the name. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/thingamajig 2 Peter 1:13 (NIV) ¹³I think it is right to refresh your memory as long as I live in the tent of this body,

Reviewed by John Townsend

Reviewed on September 1, 2014

Oh I just love Thing-a-me-jigs or the Round-tu-its they are the reminders that age is like going back to being a kid again. Thank you.

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on July 30, 2014

I HEAR YOU, JOHN. THE BEAUTY OF ONE'S SENIOR YEARS IS KNOWING...ONE IS 'NOT' ALONE! LOVED IT! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH..JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on July 29, 2014

John, besides being entertaining, you have reassured me that all the missing words I search for these days have not flown to your house. I can't help wonder what happened to them. Now was that yesterday or last week that I was trying to remember that one word---y'know, the one that means...well, I can't remember exactly what it means. It will come to me, maybe tomorrow.

Thanks, John!

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Those "The THING-A-MA-JIG for the WHATCHAMACALLIT" have better work, or else there is no magic in the air but foul smell. Everyone needs those The THING-A-MA-JIG for the WHATCHAMACALLIT"!! Does this explain why there are so many assh**es in this world now who think they can do their magic on women? - Just wondering...

Sandie

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Darn it, I can't even remember what I call some of these Thing-A-Ma-Jigs. Wait, I remember - I call them 'Gizmos' Honey, get me that Gizmo for the toilet, you know which one I mean!"

Reviewed by Kathy Parenteau

Reviewed on July 28, 2014

Lol I totally understand this message! Good one!

Kathy J Parenteau

Reviewed by Karen Nichols

Life is a smile...or is it a thing-a-ma-jig!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Let me fill in that word you can't remember.� Hell!

So that's the reason they came up with that word. I was just spending some time trying to remember the name of that foul-smelling (skunk like) fruit she gave me for lunch. I keep thinking "avocado" but know that isn't it. So I will use Google, my memory enhancer.

Finally found the name of the whatchamacallit-- Papaya!

Ron

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Kool write John
Brooklyn huh ! Forgetaboutit
Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

funny stuff...I just get the super to fix things...e

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Oh, you had me howling on this one! My father used to talk like that although he came here from Finland when he was four years old. Man! We had better know what that "thing" was that he needed!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Eh . . . I lived in New York, married a New York girl. I loved the city. Loved the different cultures, food, etc., and yep I have heard that expression.

Thing·a·ma·jig

2 Peter 1:13 (NIV)