Misfit

The jigsaw wouldn't fit into place,
It was tried all ways that it could face,
It was banged hard until it stuck,
But the picture lost its glorious look,
The piece was soon took away,
In the same place it could not stay,
It was the puzzler's flaw,
The piece was from another jigsaw,
It wasn't how the piece was cut,
Into its place the piece was put,
It made part of a wonderful scene,
Of which the puzzler was rather keen,
It made a picture of a clear sea,
Of seagulls up high floating free,
In the sky two clouds like pills,
To the right green rolling hills,
To the puzzler it reminded what they'd forgot,
some things just won't fit in a certain spot,
It can be tried for however long,
To fit things into places they don't belong,
There is something we all should know,
There are areas where some things in which won't go.