Muddle Turtle Fuddle Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

A Muddle Turtle Fuddle,
Was a playing in a puddle
Little did the muddle mother say

When then a friendly little gander
Also jumped in, to just meander
Splashing in a spastic kind of way

The noise was getting louder
Splashing water as they hollered
More than anyone would say

Then when it was all over
None, and no more water
Only eyeballs glaring with a gaze

Muddle and the gander
Now were covered in the splatter
Each one proud be be so dirty in this way

Until each two soon discover
In a soapy bathtub full of water
Mothers, never like this kind of play

(11/21/2021)