Best Clomping Poems

cowgirl stomping
rodeo romping
pasture clomping
faster chomping
joyful cowgirl boots

embroidered with a flower
wrinkled from a shower
with all kinds of kicking power
cowgirl stomping romping clomping boots...

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She wore pineapple rings for glasses
and walked like jelly dances
I didn't rate her chances
She used to wee standing up
she cooked lemon a'la duck
won the lottery,...

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Fire breathing, ash streaming dragons stomping,
Across the landscape are ruthlessly romping;
Clanging, banging, with metal feet shodden, 
Bushes and plants slash, flowers downtrodden.

Across the landscape are...

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My room is a mess - it's an archaeological record of boredom.
Christmas, Christmas, come on Christmas.
It's 4 days 'til Christmas. Why don't I go to...

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My happy Aunt Petootie
comes clomping over.
Your mother says you write poetry now.
Her eyebrows are angry.

Uh-huh. I admit.
She is in full glare mode now.
Why? 
Because I...

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Tender torrent, week long moment
while the skies fill dark and crimson
Back lit lightning, lovely, frightening
while my heart trips over itself
Call the whisper, brother, sister
sweep the...

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We got really dumped on yesterday

Was hoping we would miss out on this one

But must remember, this is Canada!

The land of ice and snow and...

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Sunlight is streaming through the tree limbs
A dancing wind rushes through the air
Two clomping horses mounted with riders
Gallop across a background so fair

Together they will...

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I established a rapport 
with the Sacred Cow
and it stepped all over my toes
the oil of anointment in my crankcase
I was limping worthy of an...

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A funny thing happened on the way to the zoo,
You won’t believe it but I’ll tell it to you,
I was driving there and what did...

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Once On A Festive, Golden Afternoon

Once on a festive, golden afternoon,
Trailing slow through forests primeval green;
Setting sun was low, eager to leave soon,
Its orange rays...

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shared a strange reality made from footsteps
the land of spirit being open to improvisation
with existence a fountain of plenty for all
too much meaning too much...

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I half expect to hear my dog
Come clomping down the stairs
As I sit on fresh, new carpet
Not the same of former years

The basement’s cool; it...

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Rats are stomping three by three
Hooray Hooray!
Rats are clomping next to me.
Good day! Good day!

The rats are marching on their way
To kicking some serious petootie...

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Ahhh! The smell of books; I recognize it the second we enter.
Maybe I lived a life before this life? We get my first library card.
Shhhhh!...

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