Chances are one of these photos depicts a kerfuffle. Click on first photo to enlarge all and view as a slide series.
In Search of Kerfuffles
What, I must ask you, is a kerfuffle?
Is it a soufflé or perhaps a ruffle?
Is it that fuzz that hides under beds
or those stubborn snarls at the back of our heads?
Perhaps they are tasty and come with whipped cream—
a dieter’s nightmare, a sweet tooth’s fine dream.
Do kerfuffles have feathers and beaks on their noses
to fly overhead and poop on our clotheses?
Does one have to walk them or clean up their messes?
I’m no closer to knowing, in spite of these guesses.
Guess I’ll quit my job and pack up a duffle,
set off in the world to find a kerfuffle.
And when I discover it, I’ll bring it home
and finally be able to finish this poem.
The Ragtag prompt today was kerfuffle.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Love the word kerfuffle and clotheses. Ha ha!
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I had changed the rhyme so I could use clothes but then changed it back again. More fun. Glad you agree.
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It is fun. 🙂
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Somehow I think that when you actually find that kerfuffle you’ll be quite happy to leave it where you found it!
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Ha. polite to leave some messes for others to solve, right?
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Yep — let people solve their own messes!
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This is one of those cool words my mother used. It has gone out of use, but I like it. It sounds like what it means. You piles of feathers are very kerfufflish 😀
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Ha. I’m pretty sure I know what it means, but didn’t want to look it up. More fun conjecturing, and that’s a pretty kerfuffle I landed myself in, isn’t it?
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