"'Great Grandpa: you're old,' the man's great grandson cried..." Pool Noodles: A Nonsensical Nod to Lewis Carroll's "Old Father William"

"Great grandpa: you're old," 
the man's great grandson cried.
"What's your century taught you of life...?
Has it taught, for example, 
what factors make pool noodles
so-o-o inexplicab'lly rife...?"

"You're so young, darling boy," 
his great grandfather sigh'd.
"If the truth be told, too young to know
how shrewd brood poodles serve 
to preserve poodle puppies.
Whence think you brand new poodles flow...?"

"Great grandpa: you're moldy," 
the youngster grew snide,
"and your left ear's so awf'lly impair'd
that you hear my 'pool noodles' 
as 'brood poodles' now.
Zut! Ton ouie, I am fearing, est merde!"

"You're so young, " 
the old gentleman blithely replied.
"I'm just pulling your leg, Mister Silly.
But attend! Let me tell you 
what nude strudels are.
They're those pastries 
which lack fruity jelly."

"Great grandpa: you're bold," 
the youth yet again tried,
"but your brain's turn'd berserk with bad beer.
Naked strudels are not 
what I'm talking about.
It's pool noodles 
we're dealing with here."

"You're so young, little one," 
the old man amplified.
"I've been drawing blue doodles for years.
There are days I use crayons 
and days I choose chalk.
Go tell that to your skeptical peers!"

Great grandpa: I'm sold," 
the young lad clarified.
"What I fear's both your ears 
are no good.
Just forget about doodles! 
I'm talking pool noodles.
Please open your ears as you should."

"You're so young, witless one," 
the old man turn'd aside,
"fusing 'doodles' with 'poodles' with 'strudels'...
not to mention 'caboodles.' 
And what about 'feudals'...?"
(Just look where they've led us: pool noodles!)