RIGMAROLE . . .
1. A set of confused and meaningless statements
2. A long, complicated and confusing procedure
Rigmarole
Rigmarole came
Messed with my head
I lost my thread
Couldn’t understand
How such a knotted twisted man
A lifelong fan
A mixed up aimless being
Given to mirage seeing
Could laugh and mess my every thought
Confuse the path ahead
And leave me thinking here and now
Why, where, who, how?
With what creature was I dealing
whose uncertainties was I feeling
Intent on healing
For when I tried to sort him out
He turned my thinking right about
And so, unable to untangle
his knotted meaning
My mind still reeling
So convoluted were his words
So matted and blurred his feelings
So tortuous his explanations
So disjointed his suggestions
so twisted his knickers
That I gave up on his
Mumbo-jumbo
His gobbledygook
What a malarkey
What a farce
Claptrap twaddle
Fuss and faff
Guff and drivel
Well . . . Rig – My – Role . . .
If it isn’t all just nonsense.