Drunk Indescribable Love

Touch and go fish; This is Frodo for the photo finish; It's the baby who gets its bottle-- It's one inaudible dawdle Of a godawful waddle! Or maybe it's more ably Like a lady you'd want to throttle? I ought to know But my thoughts are dodo-- They vanish-- Oh! It's more like an unplanned switch From hoagie to sandwich! Or maybe it's this strange change in pitch Like a gong in a slow song's bandwidth; And if, However, Oh if This life is a gift And that gift is a car And that car is rolling off a cliff Then there's no one but you I'd rather ride with