A Puzzler's Dream Poem by Royston Allen

While mooching around in the kitchen
(a place that I seldom go)
I found something I'd been seeking
in a place I did not know.

It was something that I was wanting,
t'was part of the puzzlers kit
for if a piece was just not fitting;
I could bash it and make it fit

Dorothy hoped that it would not be found
for now her peace is shattered
as the house echoes with the sound
of a jigsaw being battered

(see picture)