With This Romp We Tackle The Floor Stomp!
Those above the cat can sure scat. The cat looks up all the time when he hears such a chime. I can figure out their feet and leave them in defeat. You don't believe the cat? Well we can't have that.
Stomp, stomp, stomp,
Someone on a romp.
A pissed off nut,
Maybe with a gut.
Super stomp attack.
Every day at their shack.
Means they are rather large,
Or think they are in charge.
A clang or a cling,
Clutsy I give a ring.
Thy broke a dish,
Maybe to make a wish?
Stomp, stop, stomp, stop.
One foot is a flop?
Having uneven feet,
Would not be neat.
The stomp and slide,
They have no pride.
Can't pick up their feet.
Maybe loaded down with wheat?
Bang, bang, bang,
A little different than the clang.
A ball bouncing up and down?
Or maybe two going for the ball bouncing crown?
Crack here and there,
They are a normal pair.
At least for feet.
The rest of the human may deplete.
Stomp, crack, stomp, crack,
A high heel attack.
Must have a date,
Or feet killing is their fate.
Boom!
Something spells doom.
Dropped something big.
Hope nothing lost its wig.
Feet share the love,
With noises above.
Isn't it so grand,
Living in apartment land?
I guess at least the cat gets a good neck stretch each day when the stomping comes on display. It keeps me nimble and quick. Maybe it does the trick? Do you stomp with each pass? I bet your feet make more noise than the four attached to my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Stomp, stomp, stomp,
Someone on a romp.
A pissed off nut,
Maybe with a gut.
Super stomp attack.
Every day at their shack.
Means they are rather large,
Or think they are in charge.
A clang or a cling,
Clutsy I give a ring.
Thy broke a dish,
Maybe to make a wish?
Stomp, stop, stomp, stop.
One foot is a flop?
Having uneven feet,
Would not be neat.
The stomp and slide,
They have no pride.
Can't pick up their feet.
Maybe loaded down with wheat?
Bang, bang, bang,
A little different than the clang.
A ball bouncing up and down?
Or maybe two going for the ball bouncing crown?
Crack here and there,
They are a normal pair.
At least for feet.
The rest of the human may deplete.
Stomp, crack, stomp, crack,
A high heel attack.
Must have a date,
Or feet killing is their fate.
Boom!
Something spells doom.
Dropped something big.
Hope nothing lost its wig.
Feet share the love,
With noises above.
Isn't it so grand,
Living in apartment land?
I guess at least the cat gets a good neck stretch each day when the stomping comes on display. It keeps me nimble and quick. Maybe it does the trick? Do you stomp with each pass? I bet your feet make more noise than the four attached to my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Published on May 10, 2014 03:00
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