patter pitter




Pitter patter

What’s the matter?

Sounds like so much natter

Pitter patter

My brain’s a’ scatter

Brains oh my you surely flatter

By the time I think of something

to say I’ll be fatter!

or grass will shatter.

If I could paint I would spatter.

If you could choose, would you choose the later?

Oh well, all the rhyming “atters” I could think of are just a smatter.

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