Gaga with Goo-Goo
a monologue
Christmas season is full of good cheer.
It’s the happiest time of the year.
What a thrill to be host
to all comers—well, most,
until the dear in-laws appear.
They’ve been blessed with a cute baby boy.
So they’re gaga with goo-goo. Oh, joy!
All the cooing they cook
sounds like gobbledegook.
It’s a widdle pit noisy-annoy.
Wiff his gig-giggly laugh
bwessing each photogwaff,
pwecious bunchkin’s toe sweet
Mommy nibbles his feet.
Prease excwuse me but I’m gonna barf.
It’s the happiest time of the year.
What a thrill to be host
to all comers—well, most,
until the dear in-laws appear.
They’ve been blessed with a cute baby boy.
So they’re gaga with goo-goo. Oh, joy!
All the cooing they cook
sounds like gobbledegook.
It’s a widdle pit noisy-annoy.
Wiff his gig-giggly laugh
bwessing each photogwaff,
pwecious bunchkin’s toe sweet
Mommy nibbles his feet.
Prease excwuse me but I’m gonna barf.