My new retriever Beau is intimidated by his reflection
Having a considerable fit in an unforeseen direction
Barking in earnest at the interloper, ready to do battle.
I merely throw up my hands and say “fiddle faddle!”
What a double muddle.
The dog fell in a mud puddle.
He jumped in the pool,
Which was against the rule.
They called out to him.
"You forgot to learn to swim"
Oh fiddle faddle.
"Its ok" he said, "I can dog paddle".
Crunch N Munch or Fiddle Faddle
don't compare or you will be rattle
Can't be blamed if they taste the same
only difference is in their name
Crunch N Munch I love a bunch
for a snack they are my hunch
caramel popcorn peanut treat
Crunch N Munch fun to eat
Fiddle Faddle sweet to eat
caramel popcorn peanut treat
buttery crunchy flavor pow
hit you taste buds with a Wow
Caramel or butter toffee too
both are fun sweet snack food
but if you think they lack
open up that box of Cracker Jacks
I haven’t written a fiddle-faddle footle in a while. Here goes:
flotsam
bought some
floating
doting
for miles
exiles
flash scenes…
careens
ah trees…
no…bees!
coasting
ghosting
swirling
whirling
fish fly
oh my
up creek
looks bleak
fiddle…
diddle
faddle…
straddle
fiddle
twiddle
faddle -
paddle?
big scream
no dream
jump ship
don’t slip
soft land
life’s grand
my feet
take seat
debris
past me…
i sleep
dream deep
3/15/2022
I need a nonsense poem today.
To sooth my heart, to laugh and play.
I need a silly poem for me.
To make me frolic, laugh and see.
Fiddle faddle, dum diddly dee.
Diddle daddle, this is the life for me.
Piddle paddle, where on earth should we be?
Middle maddle, a child of the sea.
It makes my heart feel super fun.
It helps to let the nightmares run.
It makes me happy as can be.
A silly poem, which sets me free.
Riddle raddle, dum diddly dee.
Siddle saddle. This is my daily plea.
Biddle baddle. What is the point of me?
Kiddle kaddle. How happy can we be?
The naysayers are rolling their eyes right now.
They do not laugh. They do not “wow”.
A nonsense poem. Why do you have a need of this?
For it soothes my heart, like a gentle kiss.
Widdle waddle, waking me up in my head.
Ziddle zaddle, moving me from pink to red.
I need a silly poem for me.
To make me frolic, laugh and be.
Have you heard about cowpoke Clapsaddle?
,
He rode fer years on his horse astraddle.
His legs was badly bowed,
And he walked pigeon-toed.
Oddly he named his hoss Fiddle Faddle.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired