Wiggle wiggle
Waggle waggle
Twisting, turning, house is burning,
Wiggle wiggle waggle waggle woo.
Wiggle wiggle.
Waggle waggle.
Cooking, roasting, fresh bread toasting,
Wiggle wiggle waggle waggle woo.
Wiggle wiggle
Waggle waggle
Choking on the ash.
Throat is burning
Legs aren’t turning
Wiggle wiggle waggle waggle woo.
Wiggle wiggle
Wag wig woggle
Wiggle wag wiggle wig woo
Twisting, fighting,
Hair alighting,
Wiggle wiggle waggle waggle woo.
It’s nit not working
This wiggle wag splurking
Stuck here beneath this fridge.
Toaster toasting
Oven roasting
Legs splat like dead old midge.
And wiggle wiggle,
Waggle on,
Leave this awful place and run,
But wig wag wiggle
Stuck right in middle
Till golden dance is done.
Wiggle wiggle
Waggle waggle
Wiggle wig wag woggle woo
Wiggle wiggle
Wiggle and fiddle
Wiggle help please wiggle woo
Love this poem
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Thanks Mark, we’re wiggle buddies now!
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