Fiddler Met Twiddler
Fiddler met twiddler on his way to church
fidgeting and diddling, their fingers in a lurch
Fiddle-sticks and Fiddle-faddle stopped to watch and stare
puttering and muttering, one day in autumn’s air
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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