Poetry Thursday

Boy and dog played in the mud mud mud

After a flood flood flood

They were two little studs studs studs

In the mud mud mud

The mud!

They buried the kitty in the mud mud mud

Because he was a dud dud dud

And smelled like crud cruc crud

So he’s buried in the mud mud

The mud

They rolled in the mud mud mud

And made pies of mud mud mud

What fun they had in the mud mud mud

The dirty sticky mud mud mud

The mud!

an orange paw stuck out of the mud mud mud

It was the kitty and he was out for blood blood blood

Then out came the orange head head head

Then the cat was free of the mud mud mud

The mud

The cat rolled in the grass to get off the mud mud mud

“It is the baby’s fault” is what the dog sud sud sud

Then he begged the cat to be a bud bud bud

But the cat walked inside and got yelled at for tracking in mud mud mud

The cat tracked in 

The mud

Then their mom saw them in the mud mud mud

And said “get them” to her brother who looked like Elmer Fudd Fudd Fudd 

And dog and boy got in a tub full of sud sud sud

To wash off the mud mud mud

The mud

Dog and baby, now grounded, gazed out at the mud mud mud

Then inspired they ran into the bathroom like a runaway scud scud scud

And the baby knocked potting soil on the floor and the baby peed on it and spit out his cud cud cud

And they rejoiced that they made mud mud mud

They made mud