Desperately need hatchback

thankyou, perhaps a couplet with oodle/noodle? 5 star stuff I reckon.

Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny had a poodle; He could bake and he could stew, He could play the trumpet, too! What a clever poodle! Oh, poodle noodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny was a noodle; Sailing in a toy balloon, Bumped his head against the moon; What a silly noodle! Oh, noodle poodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny had a poodle; He could bake and he could stew, He could play the trumpet, too! What a clever poodle! Oh, poodle noodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny was a noodle; Sailing in a toy balloon, Bumped his head against the moon; What a silly noodle! Oh, noodle poodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny had a poodle; He could bake and he could stew, He could play the trumpet, too! What a clever poodle! Oh, poodle noodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny was a noodle; Sailing in a toy balloon, Bumped his head against the moon; What a silly noodle! Oh, noodle poodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny had a poodle; He could bake and he could stew, He could play the trumpet, too! What a clever poodle! Oh, poodle noodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny was a noodle; Sailing in a toy balloon, Bumped his head against the moon; What a silly noodle! Oh, noodle poodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny had a poodle; He could bake and he could stew, He could play the trumpet, too! What a clever poodle! Oh, poodle noodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny was a noodle; Sailing in a toy balloon, Bumped his head against the moon; What a silly noodle! Oh, noodle poodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny had a poodle; He could bake and he could stew, He could play the trumpet, too! What a clever poodle! Oh, poodle noodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny was a noodle; Sailing in a toy balloon, Bumped his head against the moon; What a silly noodle! Oh, noodle poodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny had a poodle; He could bake and he could stew, He could play the trumpet, too! What a clever poodle! Oh, poodle noodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny was a noodle; Sailing in a toy balloon, Bumped his head against the moon; What a silly noodle! Oh, noodle poodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny had a poodle; He could bake and he could stew, He could play the trumpet, too! What a clever poodle! Oh, poodle noodle doodle! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny was a noodle; Sailing in a toy balloon, Bumped his head against the moon; What a silly noodle! Oh, noodle poodle doodle!

Take a single solitary 'o', repeat it and you end up with a deliciously comic long vowel 'oo'. The stalwart of many a British Comedy.. The author of this magnificent piece takes up the challenge to probe the depths with the delights of 'oo's found in everyday common language.. and gives us a moral story to boot! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny had a poodle; The construction starts with our main protagonist Johnny who it transpires is befriended by one of man's erstwhile and faithful companions.. a dog.. more specifically of type poodle. He could bake and he could stew, This dog is talented.. this stanza describe its various capabilities in the kitchen.. In his juxtaposition of a dog in a traditional womans place.. Is the author making a social 'its a dogs life' comment for a woman in the kitchen? Is he crudely and denigratingly referring to his wife/partner as a dog only fit for her assumed place? Or indeed, is he referring to an unhealthy affectation of his with the dog who has now replaced a woman in her traditional role? Where exactly is the author leading us.. The next stanza reveals a bit more: He could play the trumpet, too! What a clever poodle! The trumpet playing being a clearly coded description for an oral sexual act.. followed by a rewarding action from the recipient, a 'pet on the head' for services rendered. From this we can deduce that he holds opinions as per our second question above.. Naughty, Naughty. (Note: Critic assumes the training of dogs has not extended to the oral gratification of men. A closer inspection of the Crufts Show on TV should confirm this) Oh, poodle noodle doodle! This stanza is brilliant in its conception.. Having settled us into the richly rythmic chain of delicious 'oo's the author shocks by introducing a staccato 'oh', where one fully expects an 'ooh'. This momentary interruption is immediately rectified with a triplet of velvety 'oo's to complete the first part of the poem.. Brilliant! Hey, doodle doodle! Johnny was a noodle; The second part of the poem starts in a now gentle and recognisable way to lull us into a sense of comfort.. FALSE! Wham! Our main protagonist, Johnny is now a noodle!.. more revelations to follow!! Sailing in a toy balloon, Bumped his head against the moon; A reference to having inflated ideas above his station as expressed in the first part of the poem.. ..and as always retribution from the Gods is to follow.. a coming down to earth with a sore head!! Poor deflated Johnny. What a silly noodle! And its our collective turn to laugh at him.. punishment indeed in contrast to the 'reward' theme in the conclusion of the poems first part. So the genius of the author reveals a concealed reference to the ages old 'carrot and stick' adage. Oh, noodle poodle doodle! ..And we end with a clever throwback of the entire poem in its most minimalist form.. The chain of 'oo's and seven complete repetions thereafter serve only to ram the story and its moral into one, but just enough to create a conflict tension with the dowcoming 'poo'.. which indeed leaves one with a desire to visit the loo. Nevertheless, the author has to be congratulated for not stooping to the too easy 'poo' in this excellent literary achievement

I think this poem captures suberbly the mood of post-existential angst palpably implicated in so many of the deconstructionist debates often occluded within the subtext of Latvian free verse of the late 20th Century. Whose round is it by the way?

1legcritic, It is said that we have to write for our best readers. Well, you are undoubtedly the best reader of my work. You may well recall Andrew Motion's* curt dismissal of the piece in the 'Argos Catalogue Literary Supplement,' where he critcised my cadences, referring to my work as ‘slight and trite.’ Not an ‘oo’ in sight. I think that tells a lot about our Pooet Laureate! The plethora of ‘oos’ in your own critique is full testimony to your astuteness, you cool dude. Toodle loo… * is 'Motion' a euphemism for 'poo'? sirat, Thank you for the ‘oo’ in ‘mood’ and for the thrilling use of ‘occluded.’ You are a true poet. And, joy of joys, you spotted the genre with breath-taking precision. But which town in Latvia? Ahh.. I can hear your cogitations grinding even as I write. Kind regards, ipt.