The Gremlins - Poem by R W Miller

We've got Gremlins at the bottom of our workshop, The little fellows never can be seen, But they will quickly pounce on any fallen item, And hide it in some place you've never been. I must admit they're full of fun and frolics, They only choose the tool you can't replace, And if you put that tool down for a moment, They'll pick it up and move at lightening pace, To tuck it under some old piece of paper, Or on some shelf , so its just out of sight, And then they wait with sweet anticipation, To see how long you takes to get it right. We've had to take some strong evasive action, with things they take a liking to, the principle of ball and chain's effective, But the chain gets tangled up by you guess who. Then comes the flash of brilliant inspiration, That moves your project on a hundred years, Perhaps its only my imagination, But Surprise Surprise, I hear three gremlin cheers. This leads me to the hopeful realisation, That these pesky folk are really part of me, and not intent on causing me frustration, But in engineering infall-ibil-ty.