Okey-dokey, I don’t know whether
argy-bargy between us (or maybe
argle-bargle) will bring on a display of
hari-kari. That’s hardly super-duper
suitable for a namby-pamby,
shilly-shallying sort of
person who can never make up their
mind – I’m assuming the
indefinite gender here (unrelated to
my indefinite mind).
Indefinite, in itself, is a clear case of
zig-zaggying around a mumbo-jumbo
subject, the kind of subject only
some hoity-toity riff-raff,
some arty-farty ping-pong,
(or whiff-waff)-playing person,
higgeldy-piggedly into the
hodge-podge, will manage to
make sense of.
Jeepers-creepers, all you
you hugger-muggers, you
see-sawing mish-mash of
pell-mells rushing nitty-
grittied into a chock-a-block
why don’t you get up early?
Just a teensie-weensie, itsy-
bitsy little bit early?
That’d stop the hurly-burly.