In the hullabaloo of you,
in the hullabaloo of you,
you are agitated and discombobulated,
in the hullabaloo of you,
for you do not know what you want,
and you do not know you,
so, in the hullabaloo of you,
would you please try to remain calm,
for I do not want to cause you alarm,
but if you stop with your verbal discombularity that you use,
in such extravagant tenacity,
and of which you only do yourself damage,
and only do yourself harm,
I would be most grateful,
because your gesticulating,
and your verbosity is a monstrosity,
a monstrosity that wants me to be somewhere else,
somewhere else where my ears are not assaulted,
with such linguistic idiocy,
somewhere far more charming,
but you are like a bull in a china shop,
smashing everything to pieces,
and I wish I could put you in strait jacket,
to stop you gesticulating,
and put an orange in your mouth,
for that would be more interesting to me,
than those bloody awful meaningless words,
that continually spew so unhelpfully from your mouth.