Crunch, Crunch, Crunch

Writing Club Exercise #2

May 13, 2014

Prompt: Write something with the phrase, “Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.” 

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch

Goes my lunch, lunch, lunch.

Crumbly, rumbly, mumbly,

Goes my tumbly tummy.

Sweet treats for little feet come at patter,

Here comes Kitty chasing like a mad hatter.

Sour, dour, covered in flour

Comes the baked Baker raging.

Cakes, lovely cakes, he makes,

Many layers all for a bride,

The Baker had stacked them to the side,

Iced in pretty pinks, fallen into the sink.

Sugar fell off the counter,

When Kitty’s gone a saunter.

Run, Kitty run,

Baker’s got his gun.

We mice Nibble, nibble, nibble,

As we listen to the Kitty’s libel.

Baker’s picked her tail with buckshot.

The wedding cake wasn’t what Poor Kitty sought.

When Kitty’s away,

We mice will play.