A Bottomless Pit

You must have heard of the Tardis,
-a Police phone box, painted blue-
the unconventional conveyance
of one who calls himself Dr Who.

 

We may think it's too small a craft
by looking at it from the outside
but with limitless room within
and well fitted for a spatial ride.

 

I compare it to a woman’s accessory
inside which we can find her purse
and if we dare to peek at its contents
we may be the subjects of her curse.

 

A handbag??? I can hear you cry,
echoing the words of Oscar Wilde,
but calm yourself and hear me out
and you will understand, my child.

 

Surprising how much the bag holds;
it is in my view a never-ending pit.
We end up with a thumping headache
by the time we examine what’s in it.

 

It is easy to compile an inventory
once we manage to take a look:
a lipstick, a powder puff, a mirror,
a wallet, some keys, a chequebook;

 

a driving licence and a paperback -
(Dan Brown’s “The Da Vinci Code”)
a pen, French letters (just in case),
a gas canister that might explode.

 

a lighter, cigarettes and nail scissors,
aspirins to relieve one's migraine
a sachet containing white substance
that could be talcum powder or cocaine.

 

Discovery of the latter comes as a surprise;
by contrast the other items seem tame.
My search has proved to be an eye opener
disconcerting but intriguing just the same.