Word of the Day: Kaput

There's a ghostling in the house. It moves objects when we sleep —

Opens up the cupboard doors, puts the saucepans in a heap.

Then it places all the forks in a circle on the floor,

Fills the gap with bowls and plates — puzzling patterns, codes of yore.

In the dire break of dawn, nothing in the house will work.

Toaster, juice-machine — kaput! Electronics go berserk!

We tried filming the ordeal. It's online for all to see.

Social-media belittlers say it's trickery.

We just want an exorcist who can drive away the sprite. 

If you know one, contact us! Let us have a restful night! 

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There was no way I could've written a romantic poem with the word kaput. It had to be a humorous children's poem à la Jack Prelutsky / Spike Milligan / Dr. Seuss.