Let me tell you about old McDoodle
Who claimed to have misplaced his noodle.
He searched day and night
till his hair had grown white,
Or so it was told by his poodle.

The truth is a different affair
With little to say about hair.
For when he was four
He rushed out the door
And threw his chow mien in the air.

His mother at first said "tut, tut."
But McDoodle entreated, "So what?"
So she threw out the rest,
All over his chest.
But what do I know? I'm a mut.