Oh the guy’ll try to trick you;
He’ll slyly mis-tip you.
Relevance small to what you view.

There’s no wine, by the way,
In those bottles. OK?![1]
And those lovebirds don’t set things askew.[2]

He’ll pretend that the mission:
Find fins that are missin’.[3]
Or focus on rope on a dude.[4]

All those knives stashed away. . .[5]
The guy’s prone tricks to play.
He’s a man who is bluffin’. . .miscued.

Always bluffin’ you in what you view,
Always bluffin’, misdirecting you.

Oh, the guy’ll try to trip you
Up as he will slip you
Elements that aren’t key to view.

If your mind goes astray,
He’ll then show you the way,
But might send you to bluffin’ anew.

Called McGuffins, they are meant to move
Plots, but nothin’ do they really prove.
Always bluffin’ with McGuffins.
Called McGuffins, they do not behoove.


[1]Notorious
[2]The Birds
[3]Psycho
[4]Rope
[5]Rear Window