WoombalooA Poem by Esteban Morfínsome woombaloo, or dumbaloo, I'm not sure.
"Can you pass me the salt?"
"Sure, can do." "Can do what?" "Some woombaloo." "Don't you mean dumbaloo?" "You may be right." "Right about what?" "I don't know, do you?" "Yes, now I do." "What do you do?" "Some woombaloo." "Don't you mean dumbaloo?" "Is it important?" "You are so mordant!" "But I didn't bite you." "You didn't have to." "Don't you dare cry!" "I had to try" "Shut up and look." "What's the hook?" "That big woombaloo." "Don't you mean dumbaloo?" "Not a clue" "Can you tell?" "But not well." "Then tell me." "For a fee." "That's not fair." "I don't care." "Here you go." "I want more." "That was all." "Well, that's odd." "Now I am mad." "Why is that?" "It's your fault!" "No it's not!" "You did wrong." "Maybe so. Forgive me?" "For a fee." "How much do you want?" "As much as you can." "Well, that's quite a bit." "Why, how much is it?" "A whole woombaloo." "Don't you mean dumbaloo?" "I don't know." "Then who does?" "I think no one." "Then let's stop, man!" And they stopped.
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StatsAuthorEsteban MorfínMéxico, Estado de México, MexicoAboutHello there! My name is Esteban. I am a Mexican young man with a passion for writing. In the long term, I want to dedicate full-time to writing. I've been writing short stories and novels pretty.. more..Writing
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