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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!)
 

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March 18, 2017

Narrative/Molly Coddle and her Collywoobles
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