The Mumble Syndrome (Fun Poem 104)

Do you ever get one of those days when the brain runs amok and the tongue won’t get into gear and all you can utter is gibberish for the whole world to hear. I think we all know some politicians that could easily fit that bill. They call it the mumble syndrome and we all get a touch of it sometimes and always when we least expect it. The bridegroom at his wedding gets up to make a toast to his in-laws when his brain starts to race and his tongue isn’t quick enough and he forgets the in-laws name and starts to toast someone else. Then there is the proposal and the guy gets down on one knee with his delivery ready. The brain begins to go berserk and his tongue goes in a different direction. He begins to ask someone with a different name if she will marry him. I remember trying to learn a new dance once and my wife said to me. “You weren’t doing it right.” “But I was, my feet were doing it but my boots weren’t.” And the mumble syndrome struck again only this time with me. 15 July 2009