woodah woodah woo

woodah woodah woo she says as a sort of condiment
joining nonsensical verbal dishes
of "conversation" leaping from thought to 
thought mezza-dish ramped up on
chardonnay probably and vape crutchpen
not to mention the add
-er all up and minus actual food an
empty tummy highly distracted just a few
mo'men uts
to get on my mascara she tells
the room and any ears waiting to care
as her ride nods off and the clock
turns pumpkins back to compost in crystal slippers
woodah woodah woo
out the door nope back in fergot dis
out the door again nope ah can't take that to the show
then off until round one
when banging the door off its twinges deja views
a redux of lost keys phone purse et al
hysterical upset at anything within screaming
distance no lesson can unlearn woodah
woodah woo can i use yer fone?