I Bought It At A Garage Sale

            I bought it at a garage sale.

            Just the thing that I need!

            No manual to tell the tale.

            But it works! Does indeed!

            With cord and plug, exhaust egress.

            Turn the knob for the setting.

            And, another thing to press.

            But I don’t know what I’m getting!

            What are you? Button.

            Bright and shiny, thus engaging.

            Give a clue, Button.

            Mysterious left-brain enraging.

            Embossed and colored, all that biz. I know not what your purpose is.

            When I give a little press

            there’s a click, and it lights!

            What you do, I cannot guess,

            so, I’m up, through the night!

            I turn it on, and then I’m boggled.

            Seems to be no effect.

            I’m afraid to leave it toggled

            in the case of neglect.

            What’s your biz- button?

            Do you unlatch the entrance door?

            What’d I miss, button?

            A buzz the front desk will ignore?

            Of what effect are you an agent? I am vexed and sore impatient.

            I begin to wonder what I’m missing

            if I don’t turn you on.

            When you aren’t all bright and glistening,

            what feature is foregone?

            Button buddy, tell me how

            can you do this to me?

            Little lozenge, tell me now

            exactly what you be!

            I give up, Button.

            I will drop the function issue.

            You might do nothin’.

            If you’re not on, perhaps I’ll miss you.

            I’ll defer to your mystic power.

            Heck, you may light the Eiffel Tower.

            I have no call to be so stressed. Screw it all, I’ll leave it pressed.