A Conversation Between Lucy & Ricky & Fred. Poem by Michael Gale

Dee plane, dee plane! ...
You jus' don' worry bout it Lucy.
You just let me 'splain...
It's not bad lookin' Ethel, it's just too plain.
Jumpin' Jactus, get the cactus...
Get more practice.
Does the peanutbutter spread Fred? ...
No Wilma, the spread is dead.
Too bad! -Don't tell Ted....
That feelings a one to dread.
Let's go to Spain or Madrid....
Madrad?
Don't get mad....
Let's be rid of the pain of the sprain.
Don't lose hope...
Do not even complain. (come plane) .
Who can come plane? Come plane? ...
Such sweet sorrowed disdain.
Too much sorrowed mundane...
Is this day way too much mundane?
Let me try to 'splain....
Today is not mundane.
It's most likely tooth day (Tuesday) or truthday...
Falsley?
Tooth false? ...
No false tooth, be it way too looth (loose) .
Not here, down in good ole' Daluth....
Hazel me not or Macbeth in thy booth.
How may i serve thee better to the letter? ...
What could be better?
What insteadder? ...
I'm way too beaten, not better.
Better, better? ...
Better deader.
You sent her a letter? ...
I just recently redder.
Redder? ...
Nah! I just read her.
Was she deadder in her sweatter? ...
Yes she was.
It even bledder...
Did you say bad bladder?
Don't make me madder, Hatter! ....
Madder Hatter? (Madder at her.)
Yes he was and boy was she bad! ...
Is that bad to be had real bad?
She was real glad and not mad...
Not mad or sad?
Not sad, egad! ...
Enough of this stuff.
Boy! Having this conversation is tough enough? ...
Tough enough stuff?
The final bend in the end...
The end?
Yes, you guessed!