Call Me Slip Shod

Call me careless, slip shod if you dare I throw myself onto a wet slip and slide without a care. I am slipping, dipping, and dripping, on a slip slappy day. A slipped disc? No worries. Cowslip meds are on their way. Cinderella’s slipper has formed in the east next to a bright star. I put on my frilly lace slip, and dance along with a hardy har har. Take me to a boat slip and break out the ginger ale. I kick on my slip and -ons and dance a jig in this gale. Word play is slippery, but glittery, glitzy fun too. I toss down ideas, they come out of the blue. Call me careless, slip shod if you dare. I toss the words down; how they land I don’t care.