Not found on a poodle,
Never eaten like a noodle,
Nor a cheese strudel,
More like old tyme feudel,
Or kids saying toodle,
Kinda like the whole kit and caboodle,
Usually happens after a canoodle.
Poem number 030 of 365. Let’s have a lovely weekend. A time of rest, and relaxation for those of you with Monday thru Friday jobs. For the rest of you have a good time at work. Enjoy a moment of reading on your break.
I saw this word, someo of you know where I found it, and had to use it somehow to commit it to memory. There it is encased in my mind plus the definition.