In a state of discombobulating.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In a near state of discombobulating
I fell over the whatchamacallit. I was gobsmacked such a rigmarole with all the shenanigans. Some said it was a thingamyjig! Confuzzled I said balderdash, fiddle-fiddle humbug with a cherry on the fiddle-dee-dee Willy-nilly top. Everyone shouted. Egads! I thought fuddy-duddy, cattywumpus,beejeebers. I was really flabbergasted at the kerfuffle. At this stage I called hullabaloo, I was over the skullduggery. What a load of poppycock! Just another bogus balderdash, what a malarkey, britches and all! Total nincompoop nucklehead! Oh well! It’s all skewwiff I better skedaddle. Just a load of baloney, bogus material over whosemegadget. Anyway forget the hoohaa! © 2020 andrew mitchellReviews
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8 Reviews Added on November 19, 2020 Last Updated on November 20, 2020 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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