The gobble-de-gooke monster is playing with my words

Making them come out backwards,

Making them sound absurd.

I would say something to the Gobble-de-gooke monster

But it all comes out wrong

What can I do if his power over me so strong

It upsets my muse

I would write a poem but these words I wouldn’t choose

I always loose my train of thought when that monster is about

I run and hide but my words wont find a way out

In a sensible form.

 

The gobble- de gooke monster causes a word storm in my head

I loose the thread of what I am writing or saying

So my words I will be spraying

In a confusing pattern

Like a bad version of pig Latin

I hope they send away that monster to a far away place like Saturn

Soon or some other planet

Cause dammit

I won’t able to communicate anything in a sensible fashion or form

I hope he goes away soon or leaves me alone

Before my word become so weird they make their way to the twilight zone.