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Since we were toddlers We've had the move; Something like a siddle, The sway of balance On the right/left shift. But a siddle's for a snake, A wiggle's for a worm, And my dog waggles When I return. We stop, we wait, Frozen, and confused; We're a bit ticked-off We can't pull this off In a dance of decisive moves. We've seen our share Of waddling sops Leave sidedoors On Sunday mornings. That's not what we do. I've stopped a tot From toddling, Yet now I can't help you. It's not a reel, a jig or clog, It's like a line-dance of two frogs. Then I hear Yeats' fiddler, And I commence to be a widdler. When you meet your doppel-widdler, Don't look, Don't ask, Don't take long, Just widdle past To the fiddler's song.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
Widdling
Since we were toddlers We've had the move; Something like a siddle, The sway of balance On the right/left shift. But a siddle's for a snake, A wiggle's for a worm, And my dog waggles When I return. We stop, we wait, Frozen, and confused; We're a bit ticked-off We can't pull this off In a dance of decisive moves. We've seen our share Of waddling sops Leave sidedoors On Sunday mornings. That's not what we do. I've stopped a tot From toddling, Yet now I can't help you. It's not a reel, a jig or clog, It's like a line-dance of two frogs. Then I hear Yeats' fiddler, And I commence to be a widdler. When you meet your doppel-widdler, Don't look, Don't ask, Don't take long, Just widdle past To the fiddler's song.
Widdle: Coined word to describe that annoying situation when you confront someone and neither you nor the other knows which way to pass on the street. Right, left, straight... Yeats: The Fiddler of Dooney
francie-lynch
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
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