Diddle-dee, diddle-doe. Diddle-dee, diddle doe.
The year is six months in and we’ve got a long way to go.

Good morning, kinfolk. The weekend was fantastic so,
I’ve decided to doodle-dee a diddle-doo, and a little diddle-doe.
You know?

With every satellite news station saying the same thing,
I’m almost certain that ‘diddle-dee, diddle-doe‘ is what I mean.

I’m not accepting storylines today, I’m creating a new narrative.
I’m leaning towards a title of “Diddle-Doe meets Whoop! There it is.” 😀

Word mashing and intellectual bashing is all commentators have to give.
To that I say, “Diddle-dee, diddle-doe and Whoop! There it is.”

I really feel like this level of conversation may even resonate with the prez.
God knows, there’s little mo’ than agoobwa in the CIC’s head.

I thank God that I’m well-read and that I know how to calibrate, like so.
When I go high and others go low, I say, “Diddle-dee, diddle-doe,”
and then I let it go.

Woo! It feels good to shake it off.
If not, your peace could be the cost.

So the next time you’re at wits-end with folks’ intellect and wondering whether their sanity has gone fro,
stress not and let it go; then whisper to self, “Diddle-dee, diddle-doe.”

Oh and don’t forget to bellow a hardy laugh.
If not, the weight of this world will put you on your ass.

Laugh more often, be civilized, and utilize word control.
Look idiocracy in the eye and say “Diddle-dee, diddle doe.”

Me? I’m feeling breezy and taking it easy today. You know?
I’m Qui
and I don’t do idocracy, so Diddle-dee, Diddle-doe.