"O" is for Oubliette

If my day is going wrong or long

And too many hassles seem a threat
I try hard first to get organized and strong
But if all else fails, I duck down my oubliette

Oubliette I hear you asking
What the heck is that you say
It’s a trapdoor that my den is masking
An escape hatch for my get-away


My oubliette is known to me alone
And it takes me places far away from here
Far from FaceBook, email and cell-phone
Keeps me there until I regain good cheer