Untangle that Noodle, Young Man

Joseph R. Blough

Swaggers into a bar

You could tell by his look and his sway

He’d better not go

Near the wheel of his car

Or he’d land in the pokey today

Bartender Zeke

Rolls his olive-hued eyes

And presents irritation and frown

“Don’t be so bleak,

Mister Doom in Disguise,

I’m one wounded Joe-Oe. Blough. Me down.

“So….

Untangle that Noodle, Young Man,

The one in your vagabond brain

You’ll be much less tense

And the traffic less dense

So unstrangle that Noodle to Sane.”