Okey-dokey
Okey-dokey, I
don’t know whether
argy-bargy
between us (or maybe
argle-bargle)
will bring on a display of
hari-kari. That’s
hardly super-duper
suitable for a
namby-pamby,
wishy-washy, dilly-dallying,
shilly-shallying sort of
person who can never make up their
mind – I’m assuming the
indefinite gender here (unrelated to
my indefinite mind).
Indefinite, in itself, is a clear case of
zig-zaggying around a mumbo-jumbo
subject, the kind of subject only
some hoity-toity riff-raff,
some arty-farty ping-pong,
(or whiff-waff)-playing person,
heading helter-skelter,
higgeldy-piggedly into the
nitty-gritty hokey-pokey
hodge-podge, will manage to
make sense of.
Jeepers-creepers, all you
lardy-dardy raggle-taggle,
you topsy-turvy-thinking
flim-flam fiddle-faddling
harum-scarums, you
fuzzy-wuzzy hobson-jobsons,
you hugger-muggers, you
see-sawing mish-mash of
pell-mells rushing nitty-
grittied into a chock-a-block
heebie-jeebied hocus-pocus
hubble-bubble willy-nilly:
why don’t you get up early?
Just a teensie-weensie, itsy-
bitsy little bit early?
That’d stop the hurly-burly.
