“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}