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TOMADDOW I will know the word for water
is not and never was g'ning-g'ning.
That's just a song the pipes sing.
But I like the spoonerism U Nork.
I don't really want to say New York
Tomaddow.
When I'm angry at mom who dozed
I will not tell her I am closed–closed
because I wanted cake for heaven's sake.
The word for cake's menum.
It's really not so dumb–the word menum.
The superlative's menumeneeeee
menumenummenumeneeeeeeeeee!
saved for chocolate and coined by me.
Tomaddow I'll not mark time by sleeps.
Instead, I'll count with days and weeks
In fact, I shall not even say tomaddow
tomorrow.
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear
I have no idea–it is simply so unclear
why I would want to talk so drear
tomaddow.
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ReplyDeleteThanks. Auntie Babe first coined the word, gning gning - the sound the pipes sing. My poetic heritage.
ReplyDeleteI remember one of our boys creating the word "danabana oh" for the sound of a metal pipe dropped on a hard floor.
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