It's interesting sometimes to just start writing random thoughts and nonsense to see what comes out...here's mine.


I confess that I'm befuddled by
A lot of things I've heard.
Some mysteries of life have seemed
To border on absurd.

I l don't know where the yellow went
And, to this day,have fits
From wondering why everything's better
When it's sitting on a Ritz.

Still cannot tell you where's the beef
Or how a little dab will do me.
I've looked for answers everywhere
But they just won't come to me.

I have a can of Goo-Gone
But don't know where the goo goes.
Perhaps one day I'll search for it
On Google, I suppose.

I must confess that goo is quite
A fascinating word!
It's the first word that we ever said
And the first thing that we heard.

I remember back when I was born
Staring at my mother, who
Was prodding me and smiling, saying,
"goo goo goo goo goo".

"What's this woman mean?", I thought.
"Is that some kind of code?"
She hit me with those goo-goo's
'Til I thought I would explode.

Then one day I responded "Goo!"
And she screamed out, "He SPOKE!!'
She gave me a bear hug so darn tight
I thought that I would choke!

Then she said goo and I said goo
And she said goo once more.
Then the old man came in and we goo'd
Until my throat was sore.

Here a goo, there a goo, everywhere a goo-goo
Each one with a kiss
Thenone day dad said "gootchie goo"
And I thought, "hmmm...what's this?"

He'd prod my side with fingers stiff
And say the phrase anew.
For years I thought that "gootchie" was
The armpit of a goo!!!

So now goo is a yucky thing
And Goo-Gone gets it out
But it will always be the word
I heard when I came out.

I'll pile some goo up on a Ritz.
Yes, that might do the trick
And find out where the yellow went
Before I get too sick.

So many things that we don't know
So little precious time.
So many things we can't explain
Just like this silly rhyme.