I often fight this battle in a bottle with a paddle and the paddle hits
my noodle and my poodle in a panic piddles puddles on the ruggles and
the words become all muddled, and the misses then insistses that I'm
just a fuddie-duddle. It's the all to common, call yer mom'n, Sunday
sermon bit'o learnin', whirly birdie, should'a heardie answer to the
question that'yer askin'. I'm a put'm inner, take'm outer, turn-about
& shout it louder kinda guy.