Touch and go fish;
This is Frodo for the photo finish;
It’s the baby who gets its bottle—
It’s one inaudible dawdle
Of a godawful waddle!
Or maybe it’s more ably
Like a lady you’d want to throttle?
I ought to know
But my thoughts are dodo—
They vanish— Oh!
It’s more like an unplanned switch
From hoagie to sandwich!
Or maybe it’s this strange change in pitch
Like a gong in a slow song’s bandwidth;
And if,
However,
Oh if
This life is a gift
And that gift is a car
And that car is rolling off a cliff
Then there’s no one but you I’d rather ride with