Hey Diddle Diddle The Fingers Shall Fiddle!

 Now don't stutter.

We didn't go gutter.

If you want to diddle,

You weren't looking for a riddle.

Instead you fiddle.

Fiddle and diddle.

A fiddling diddler?

Beats a diddling piddler.

Where am I going?

The ideas are a flowing.

I'm in the knowing.

Reap and stowing.

Or would that be sow?

Damned if I know.

Actually I do.

One plus one is two.

Blah, it's math.

Could suffer wrath.

Should I fiddle?

Stuck in the middle.

Should or should not.

No middle to the plot.

A rhyming Yoda.

I hate soda.

Would it be pop?

I better stop,

Could cause a fiddle.

From side to middle.

Or middle to side.

A one handed ride.

Oh, this sounds dirty.

Now don't get flirty.

I've been done.

Done and spun.

But not quite.

Change light to light.

Umm..what?

I've become a nut.

Time to go take a piddle.

I'm done with this fiddle. 

A newsflash too. Look at what is coming due!

Do you fiddle with things even when they don't need fiddling? Wouldn't you rather be diddling? Comes a point when the fiddling must go and what you write must show. Getting it out there is the way. Then you can fiddle with the next display. Or go and piddle or diddle. Have to exercise that middle. Okay, I'm through with fiddling with this pass. I'll now go fiddle, not really, with my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.