clearly mistaken, it’s nearly dark.
barking up the wrong tree,
There’s nothing to grab, not even scaly bark.
Skipping rope on the playground in teams of three,
more meaningful than
a sweet tooth skipping meals for jelly beans.
Clean with diligence, clean with a noble mop.
When times get tough, do not wallow,
muddy footsteps reveal an oinking pork chop.