1) Communicative abstract idea
2) Unchanging with time
3) Not Southern vegemite

Please read this aloud to yourself.

If my feet
Tap to the beat
Of the unknown thought
Of the thing that is sought
That I once thought was poetry
But now (although it seems to me
That any attempt that I could make
Would just result in a huge mistake.)

I'm sorry, I just went back and read
What I'd already written and already said
And it seems that I just didn't care what it meant
As long as the rhythm of the writing kept the flow on the go...


I'm seriously sorry. It's 4:30 in the morning, I'm old, my insomnia is mocking me, I've just had a senior moment and I just can't remember where I was going with this. It had something to do with longer and longer lines, moving towards my actual guess. If I had half a brain (which I suspect I actually do have) I'd just delete this but...

Just click "post" and go to bed.

Famous last words, friends.

OK, OK,

I'll tell you what the answer is


Rhyming couplets!!!!

So let's have another go...mineral.

Is it a poem?

!) Not a poem: I'm done with doggerel.

2. Is it a time-piece?

Mineral

1) Not a pome

2) Not a time piece

<Toys with concepts of volume, mass, spatial apperception, farinaceous containers and contention. And Marmite.>

<Considers explaining reference to (currently in Christchurch, unobtainable) brewer's byproduct. Rejects consideration.>

<Briefly considers further explanation. Considers, analyses and weighs up relative merits of simply deleting rambling and possibly incoherent parts of post against the ease of just clicking that there terribly tempting "post" button.>

<Becomes aware of inevitibility of responding to siren's call from aforementioned ("Click me, click me, you know you want to just stop thinking and click me") button.>

<Commences succumbination.>

<Recalls Corinthians speech, discards toys, mans up, commences disenrambulation, succumbs to siren call of post button.>

<Is suddenly sidetracked by possibility of potential pipeline to Treehouse store of Scrumpy (the half-an-hour ago vintage.)>

<Resolutely overcomes distraction, poses question.>

3) Do you own one?

3) yes I do!!!

Is the entire object made of the same (or similar) mineral? e.g. pet rock rather than iPhone.

4) I've tapped the outside of mine and it seems to be entirely one sort of stuff: the inside composition may tell a different story.

Is it ornamental?

1 Not a poem

2 Not a time piece

3 I own one :you own one.

4 Outside made of the same substance : inside varies.

5 Not ornamental but needs dusting nevertheless

<Looks furtively around>

Is it bigger than one of them there bready-box thingies?

6) It would fit inside a long French loaf breadbox but it has nothing to do with froggies.

Is it a writing implement?

7) It is indeed a sort of writing implement and if you're not very careful Skiddy it will be your turn (again) to think of a bloomin' old object!

Mineral

1 Not a poem

2 Not a time piece

3 I own one :you own one.

4 Outside made of the same substance : inside varies.

5 Not ornamental but needs dusting nevertheless

6 It would fit inside a long French loaf breadbox but it has nothing to do with froggies.

7 It is indeed a sort of writing implement

8 Are you really, really sure that I own one?

8) You were fondling it ee'n as you tapped.

(assuming that you don't use a tablet/smartphone, I presume?)

WHAT! WHAT!
My god I've just gone blind Skiddy. Could it be that old devil called Science?


PS. You're right of course : but as I've only just learned how to operate a PC I'm still in the middle ages as far as IT is concerned. Anyway I suspect you know what the object is.