Gathering fantasies over here
Dog day stories having much cheer
Berries get loving stomp
Barbera wine we want
Arming our heart feeling cupid's spear
"Listen closely," Rumple Stein
cackled, his yellow eyes
scanning the terrified faces
of the children huddled
around the campfire.
"A massive, hairy Bigfoot
stalks the foggy mountains,
sniffing the chilly night air for
a very specific scent."
"This towering beast
possesses a terrible, burning
fury against children who
refuse to do their homework."
"Because some kids don't do
their homework, the furious
monster swore to hunt down
every single lazy child."
"He tracks the scent of blank
pages and hidden schoolbooks
straight to your campground tents!"
"He wants to stomp slacker
kids to a pulp to punish them
for neglecting their daily education!"
He suddenly jumped to his
feet, throwing his hands high
as the wind howled through
the branches.
"And when he catches a lazy
student, "Rumple Stein roared,
"he crushes them with his giant
feet!"
The terrified children
immediately reached into
their backpacks, pulling out
their folders in absolute panic.
They frantically began
scribbling their spelling
words by the dim, flickering
light of the dying fire.
Let’s all get ready for the Nutcracker stomp
We need to lift those legs high for a big old romp
The other nutcrackers looked like I was crazy of course
But stomping away was the Christmas horse.
Stomp
your feet
Harder now
Make a big scene
Do you see that everyone is watching
Well you have an audience now, don't you
Don't disappoint
Louder now
Their hands
Clap
welcome to the monster family stomp
tromp slap skittle scurry trip and tromp
were those the rats so evil and furry?
monsters are afraid of these creatures, so hurry!
I think one just bit me down deep in my head!
Man up, you idiot, yelled my uncle rafe.
Dracula is here, showing us how to dance red.
A hoarse laugh made me feel unsafe.
This is as idiotic as the two-step said Auntie Mare.
The next thing I knew, she was thrown down a stair.
Next time there won’t be a warning, Dracula said with a sneer.
I was horrified, because now I was filled with big fear.
tromp slap skittle scurry stomp stomp stomp
this line dancing set up fits well in this swamp.
glad you like it, I can read your mind.
it was some strange creature of the loudest kind.
tromp slap skittle spin twirl, dash spin.
I did not dare get out of the family line I was in.
my spirit awakes
in the spring daisy meadow
tramping through the blooms
Romp and Stomp On Swamp
What they have done to expansive swamp,
Is to jump right on it and then really romp;
Water squish,
With anguish;
Others have been doing Stonybrook stomp.
Jim Horn
5 cups of flour
2 & 1/2 cups of warm buttermilk
4 Tablespoons of sugar
1 teaspoon of salt
1/4 cup of olive oil
mix to create a smooth batter ( add more flour or milk to make
a pancake batter)
set aside and allow it to rise or double in size
once the batter has risened
add
2/3 cups of mashed potatoes
1/4 cups of chopped cooked bacon
1/2 cup of chopped chives
1/2 cup of sour cream
1 cup of ground geoduck snouts
mix until smooth
butter a hot waffle iron
add batter
cook until golden brown.....
poached eggs
----------------------
in a muffin pan crack one egg into
the buttered cup.
sprinkle with salt and pepper
in a square cake pan add 4 cups of hot water and cook for about
15 minutes in a 400 degree oven.....
serve on top of the waffle
creamy sauce on top
---------------------------------
1/4 cup of freshly squeezed lemon juice
1/4 cup of melted butter
2 tablespoons of sesame seed oil
3 tablespoons of dill
2 Tablespoons of cilantro
4 tablespoons of feta cheese (crumbled)
1/2 cup of plain yogurt
2 Tablespoons of lemon zest
mix smooth serve atop the poached egg!
1 teaspoon of cayenne ppper
Brontosaurus boogie, stomp, stomp, stomp
Higher than your ceiling, tromp, tromp, tromp.
As long as two semis, honk, honk, honk.
Let’s hold it on the freeway, bonk, bonk, bonk.
Brontosaurus cousins, laugh, laugh, laugh
Introduced to sisters, aft, aft, aft.
Swishing cars off freeway, crash, crash, crash.
Brontosaurus boogie, mash, mash, mash.
We have to turn the hateful tables
No more hurtful vicious labels
On others, it is so wrong
To judge others who belong
In our society and just can't
Stand anymore racist rants
Putting names on people who
Want to live in peace and do
Not deserve the disrespect
Every day they seem to get
We are one big world and nation
Why is there still separation
Putting people into groups
We need to stop this insane loop
Circling back to days when there
Was separation everywhere
The future needs to be more
We can even up the score
If we join together and
Take someone different by the hand
Saying you can be a friend
Hand in hand we can begin
To erase the kind of place
Full of sorrow and disgrace
That should never have begun
Let's put hatred on the run
At the express lane in the local supermarket
Don't try getting through with one over the limit
Dirty looks you will get
And bad mouthing I'll bet
They'll push you down and stomp on your spinach
At the express lane in the local supermarket
Don't try getting through with one over the limit
Dirty looks you will get
And bad mouthing I'll bet
They'll push stuff on the floor and stomp on your spinach
© Jack Ellison 2015
Geronimo Stomp
That has a nice ring to it.
Go Barry Darvell.
What a catchy melody.
A record from yesteryear.
I could kill you right now
but what would that fix
any way I'm too tiered
to hand out some 'licks'
Test me again
on some other occasion
and I'll cause more drama
than an 'Alien' invasion
Disrespect me
Calling me names
Speaking in tongue's
playing little-girl games
Haven't you learned
to think about others
Don't be so self-centered
What about your brother's
Calculate the value
of being a fool
then apply it to the times
you act like a tool
I'm hot around-the-collar
even tho I look 'Cool'
A lawless individule
with only (1) rule
Don't question my integrity
or get ready to dual
then I'll skin you alive
like I'm shearing for wool...
When my body jerks
Falling to the rhythm
Hands move
Feet slam down
Eyes held in rapture
Looking at nothing
But see everything
I want to feel your body
Feel skin on skin
Listen as you hit the floor
Feel the crack
When my foot comes down
On your clutching hand
Then I'll spin away
Dancing to the beat
While you bleed out
And I'll do it again
Till I'm on your level
Or The beat ceases
I feel my heart shudder
Reach the crescendo
Blood rush to the head
Elbow to a face
Kick to a thigh
Boot to your face
Spit flies
Blood drips
My nose is broken
My fist cut, bleeding
I feel alive
My eye swelling shut
But the beat starts again
And off I go
To do it all once more
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