In most matters, I think I might tend to agree with you, Bee-dubya-ell. But not higgledy piggledys. They are a highly refined art form, and if you don't follow the rules, it's just not the same. To write higgledy piggledys without following the rules would be like figure skating with hockey skates or eating brie with peanut butter or trying to navagate a ship using a stalk of celery instead of a compass or building a guitar using cement or playing polkas on the accordion or filming a love scene between Alan Rickman and Madeline Albright or making toilet paper out of silk or putting all of your favorite books in the crawl space under your porch or painting a moustache on this or talking about celebrity gossip in the MOAB or letting Sylvester Stallone use your McGill or showing your mother your space poetry or... well, you know what I'm trying to say.