The Middle Muddle by C.C. Finlay


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Alas! I've reached the middle muddle 
in my new novel. I'm in trouble, 
so I doodle and I dawdle, 
scratch my noodle, weep a puddle, 
grab a friend and try to cuddle 
but STILL I have to muddle through the middle.


Fiddle! 

If I could hurdle past the muddle 
in the middle to the battle, 
addled foes will sabres rattle 
and the hero with his antique atlatl 
can spill his quiver then skedaddle, 
scoot off, whittle a canoe, and paddle 
'til he founders by a shore of nettle 
where he'll lose his breeches, wear a kettle
-- Aye! That'll test the hero's mettle. 
But after all that I'll still be saddled 
with the muddle in the middle. 
It's enough to drive me maddle! 

Faddle! 

I could herd my characters like cattle, 
round up heads and let them prattle, 
have the traitor tell his tattle over bottles 
in a tavern, something subtle. 
That'll pad the middle past the muddle. 
The fuddy duds' and dullards' deeds'll 
need a jaded rogue who'll needle, 
while the greedy merchants wheedle 
and pretty women preen and preedle. 
Yes! That's one idea... a seedle... 
But if readers I bewilder and befuddle 
with this feckless scuttlebutt, I'll bettle 
that the book'll be impossible to peddle. 

Feddle! 

I could introduce a foolish poodle 
who consumes a steaming struedel 
but that seems a little crudel. 
Or invent an anxious axolotl 
whose gross debilitating mottle... 
Argh! Someone sieze my throat and throttle! 

Fiddle Faddle Feddle Foo! 

I am muddled in the middle 
and I don't know what to do!



© C.C. Finlay 2017