“This Writers Brain on Drugs”
Hey, I am dumpy doodle,
And there is nothing in my noodle,
‘Cept a boodle of poodles…
Whoodle will help me with my poodles,
They all need to go out at once,
And without them in my noodle,
I will have no brain,
To drive my little train,
Around the bend,
To the lack of noodle,
Insaneadoodle nut hatchery.
Once inside my rubbery roomadoodle,
I can then enjoy my lifeadoodle,
And doodle my thing,
Whenever I feel the ping,
Or to sing,
Of my plights,
And of my many doodly flights,
Some of fancy, some with Clancy,
Some out of my mind,
Some just a hopscotch, butterscotch,
Jumpadoodle away… {ed}
JC xoxoxo
whatever it takes to get inspiration, dude :) this is a fanciful, whimsical write--BRAVO
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
Best regards,
Leland
Susan Sparks