Missing Jigsaw Piece

I’m your jigsaw’s missing piece

Who's making you see red

In the place where I should be

Is a me-shaped hole instead

You can count just four-nine-nine

Piece 500 - there’s no sign

I’m your jigsaw’s missing piece

The one that can't be found

Search the box, the wrapping too

But you'll not spot me around

Look for me all day, all week

Still I’ll win at hide-and-seek

I’m your jigsaw’s missing piece

Frustrating little chap

Absent, vanished, disappeared

While you’re staring at a gap

The moral of this poem is clear to understand

Never buy a jigsaw if it's labelled ‘second hand’