One Couple Of Days the sky sprangled tiddle-flop and haze,
We rode a unicorn in socks past singing maize,
We tickled the moon with a rubbery spoon,
Then juggled spaghetti with a jazz kazoo tune.
One Bright Day we saw a frog in a bowtie dance,
It offered us jellybeans from a cloud’s sideways glance,
We soared on toast wings through marmalade trees,
Then chased a giggle-dragon on quivering knees.
She went for the bowl in the middle
Which sorted today’s lunchtime riddle
Then she rested her head
In a medium bed
Till three hungry bears made her tiddle
The plumbing here is atrocious
With clattering so ferocious
It spits and splats, like angry cats
And can also; be quite precocious
Just a tiddle, as with its handle i fiddle
Gazing into its innards, only a dribble!
I peer so intent, on my knees in a dent!
As concrete makes; pain so complete.
Wow, I lurch without perch and numb feet
In I draw breath, then rattle smash bash
A torrent’s comes flash' a watery lash!
In sodden clothes, I must beat a retreat.
©Joe Maverick 20-11-2022
To be Ignored (heads in the air, or maybe noses)
The toilet makes a swoosh,
The drain makes a giggle.
Grandpa lets go a “big” one,
and we laughed and laughed.
Blow your nose,
touch your toes,
take a prideful pose,
then there is a dribble.
Ick…
Eat too much,
Stuff your face
It will come out, in any case…
Making noise… (sh…) we wish stayed quiet.
Huh?
We put the food,
right in our mouth,
and chomp on it a bit…?
Swallow hard,
The name card, that set where the plate,
had been.
Then, on its way...,
to be seen, yet…another day.
The path to take,
for living's sake, to the big machine.
A breeding ground for sounds unseen.
Bip! and bop!,
Then tip! and tiddle!,
Embarrassing in the middle…
Yet, eating’s fun,
and filling too.
Don’t be worried,
about the few…
They are too social,
and stand too straight,
But I assure you,
They are up, for a similar fate.
So stand in line, or sit right down.
And… remember!
A little noise is a funny thing,
that can make you laugh,
while, others sing.
I tiddle tiddle tiddle
down the lane lane lane
And winkle winkle winkle
through the grain grain grain
I hop and skip and leap and whirl
we all give a group shout
And now I'm such a weary squirrel
cuz I am all pooped out.
Rum tum timpy tappy tum tum tum
Rum tum tippy tampy tum.
I flip tiddle winkies with my thumb
Rum tum winky wappy wum.
Ring rang nippy nappy tee tie toe
Rag tag sticky taffy yum
I flick tiddle winkles high-dee-hoe
Knick knack deedle dyddle dum.
(giggly apologies to Bo Diddly and Buddy Holly)
I'm tellin' you how it's gonna be
You gonna play tiddlywinks with me
Tiddle forever and one day
Winks are winks and so they'll stay
Hey, hey hey Mona, Mona, oh Mona.
I'm gonna buy you a tiddlin' game
You gonna buy me the very same
Watch as we go tiddly hop
Keep on playin', never stop
Hey, hey hey Mona, Mona, oh Mona.
Rum tum tiddle
You can fiddle
In the middle
Of the place where you piddle
In a skittle on the griddle
Rum tum tiddle
It's a brittle little riddle
As you tell your tarradiddle
And we beat a paradiddle
Every kid'll want to whittle
And watch you as you diddle
Mrs. Twiddle.
Mrs Biddle had a cat called Tiddle,
Tiddle had a wiggle in a basket, by the side of Mrs Biddle,
Mrs Biddle wasn't pleased,
she had to get down on her knees,
to clean the wiggle that the cat called Tiddle
had made by the side of Mrs Biddle.
Mr Biddle came walking in,
phew, whats that smell shrieked Mr Biddle,
as someone in the house had a wiggle.
the cat called Tiddle had a wiggle, right in a basket by my side
there, there, the cat feels better, now he's had a wiggle
sighed Mr Biddle.
Mrs Biddle glared at Mr Biddle and frowned at the cat called Tiddle
for doing a wiggle in a basket at the side of Mrs Biddle
that was the story of Mrs Biddle and the cat called Tiddle.
I went on to the links
With Tiddle-Lee Winks
To knock balls into the woods
We prayed the golf gods
Would shorten the odds
Of finding some lost Riding Hoods
Our balls went astray
And lodged in the clay
Where Adam was resting anon
With balls to foreplay
Adam went on his way
Ere Eve could change into dawn
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