Doodle

Ever wonder when and how a silly-sounding word was created? It’s something I think about a lot. This children’s poem is inspired by that thought.

Doodle

Mr. McToodle was walking his poodle when he found something neat on the ground.

A notebook with drawings of all shapes and sizes, some straight, some squiggly, some round.

“What do you call these strange drawings?” He said. His poodle began to think hard.

“They don’t have a name yet,” the poodle replied. “Just throw them back into the yard.”

Mr. McToodle he didn’t agree, he wanted to name them today.

For “Things that are special deserve a good name, and I plan on getting my way.”

“Fine,” said the poodle, “I’ll leave it to you. Name them whatever sounds best.”

“They should rhyme with our names, like yoodle,” said the man. “Oh, no!” said the dog in protest.

“Yoodle is the worst, I’m telling you that,” said his pet with an air of disgust.

“If you’ve got something better, then shout it right out! Come on!” cried the man, “you must!”

The Poodle (named Strudel) just thought for a while, and finally came up with a winner:

“The name,” she announced, “should be doodle, I say, and now can we please go eat dinner?”

Her owner didn’t answer the question just yet. He was busy repeating the name.

“It’s doodle, why yes, it’s brilliant I say,” and that’s what those sketches became.

Now to this day when you draw on your page, at home, in class or wherever,

you’ll know that those pictures were named with thought – by a man and a dog very clever.