The Hodgepodge Life

I woke up in a fumble, did a sleepy, barefoot bumble. Hit the dresser with a thump, and landed flat upon my rump. My coffee was in a thimble, as my thoughts began to scramble. Life’s a funny, mixed hodgepodge, driving my caboodle in the back of my Dodge. I took my brain out for a canoodle, walked the street with my old poodle. Tried to doodle on my hood, my dog said, “That’s no good.” Every step I took, I’d stumble, plans would crack and start to crumble. But my mood had pizzazz and jazz, that made me walk with razzmatazz. The clouds cried a fizzle, not a storm, just a gentle drizzle. My wet hair started to frizzle, and my courage seemed to sizzle. Then the geese began to honk, made my day go 'boink' and 'bonk'. But a strummer with some bling, made his old guitar strings sing. Kids jumped in a sidewalk smash, landed in a happy crash. Water balloons went in a splash, everyone in one big bash. By night I’d had my share of oink, of cartoon moments, doink and boink. I was tired, nicely zonked, feet all sore from where I’d bonked. With a cookie for a nibble, I forgave each tiny quibble. Some days you trip, fall, and fumble, but still end-up smiling, in soft razzmatazz, and a warm, sleepy mumble.