Slippetty Slop

Slippetty Slop

Slippetty-slop
Slippetty-slop
Back and forth
Never stop
Confined to her room
And in a strop

Slippetty-slop
Slippetty-slop
Back and forth
Never stop
They must be punished
Thoughts on the hop

She sees a chance
Packs Teddy and brushes
Opens the window
And in icy wind rushes

Nah, she decides
Not today
Her friend Rachel-Ann
Is coming to play.

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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