Hickelty Pickle

Hickelty Pickle

A Poem by Lauren Sarah

What a big bunch of miggeldy higgle,
caused by someone with snickerty fiddle,
small tiny things, oh how so little,
but if not done you're caught in a hickelty pickle.

How easy to loose track, get caught in the middle,
when life can become such a riggerty sliddle,
how little things become such a fiddle,
when you're a stick not a rock in the river of riddles.

But stand a firm ground in a life full of griddle,
let it flow over, around you and sit still,
that little thing that seemed like a biggle,
will not be a bother, no miggeldy higgle.

You see your life's so special, so rare and so brittle,
It's joyful, exciting and you're right in the middle,
once tied to the ground with the cat and the fiddle,
now you're up over the moon like hey diddle diddle.

© 2017 Lauren Sarah

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Added on January 8, 2017
Last Updated on January 8, 2017
Tags: Poetry, fun, child, river, happy, life


Lauren Sarah
Lauren Sarah

Melbourne, Victoria , Australia

I am really an environmentalist but just write as a hobby in my spare time. "Look after country and country will look after you" I try to live this in my daily life and I think that many of my r.. more..