Molly Coddle and Her Collywobbles

One fine day, me, Molly Coddle and my Goombah Pa Pa, were sitting in The Cat In The Hat restaurant; we gongoozled the men-you. " oh, I have collywobbles in my tummy!" I said sort of loudly. (hint, hint) Finally, our waiter Fuddy Duddy, (that is his name, honest) so slowly, comes over, "What will you hatz?" He sayz; I quickly place my odour, " I'll have a chocolaty lickety split, a smellfungus burger with all the rigmarole with it; and some fat-me-up fries!"And I slam close, the men-you. Goombah Pa Pa lookz at his men-you for the longest time, (oh la di la, whatz the brouhaha, just odour, I'm a thinking) at last he sayz, "I'll have some kerfuffle tea, and some of that skullduggary soup of the day and some shennanigan pasta surprize!" And he slams the men-you closed, with a smile. Fuddy Duddy nods and walks away with the speed of a snail, (oh gobbleygook, my tummy is rumbling) when at last he; is coming our way with a tray loaded with our meal- (rumble!) when some doozy, klutz of a kid trips Fuddy Duddy, and we have to skedaddle out of the way . . . or wear our food! Goombah Pa Pa, canoozles me on the cheek. "Nevermind, Molly Coddle, we'll just re-odour . . . (oh collywobbles, I'm thinking, loudly) Goombah Pa Pa, whispers, "patience is a virtue, Molly Coddle!" (rumble!) ______________________ March 18, 2017 Narrative/Molly Coddle and her Collywoobles Copyright Protected, ID 885485 I Need A Cup of Seuss Jerry T. Curtis,