Wiggle wiggle – a poem

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

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