The Spun Run!

Here's a goofy little poem I wrote just a little while ago. The beginning is rough, but the ending half ain't too bad.

dilly dally, fiddle faddle.
Up a creek without a paddle.

pitter patter, cocker spaniel.
I tell you now my names not Daniel.

Holly dolly, molly wolly.
Can you find the hidden folly?

Speckled pickle, nickel wrinkle.
Oh the stars how they do twinkle.

parting smarting, carting fodder.
The federales, have they caught her?

winky pinky, ranky danky.
Is that a tear? Please pass my hanky.

funky runky dunky tunky forky.
When you leave please don't forget your door key.

gump rump and tumpety stump.
your out of gas, jump to the pump.

pork and rork are soon to plab?
the milk has spilled, give it a dab!

spenny renny tenny lenny.
eat no food to save a penny.

mend the bend in destinys end.
your mind to blend what bakers spend.

fun is spun inside the bun.
so fun to run from lovers shun.

mine the spines of golden lines.
so fine the fines of endless shines.

clean your spleen you speckled bean.
your average mean to glean whats keen.

sand the hands of theiving glands.
throw down your ties to roaming clans.

roam the tomes of ancient rome.
breathe in the moisture of the foam?

now to sow the timeless cow.
can you foresee the future plow?

cart the part that ought not be arts.
let loose the throng of poisoned darts.

done is the run of this poetry spun.
what fun it was to have spun this run.