Who’s that scurrying?
Who’s that hurrying?
Who’s the one shaking around,
and somewhat worrying?
Whoever it is, they’re working hard,
in wiping up the mess, of their backyard,
where their trainers, smell like blocks of cheese,
making the leaves, fall off trees,
so that’s where the old cabbage patch was,
underneath all that grotty moss,
though the remnants, of stump number two,
is still ladened by the junk that they had threw,
they toil as if, they’re being whipped,
as the clothes they wear, become so ripped,
but as we watch, we try to guess their name,
our guess is, perhaps, you’re called Elaine?
“No!” Resounds, from our hero’s mouth,
ensuring to us, that there is no doubt,
“hear me, the girl, with a perfect plan,
you can all call me, Skip Rat Pam!”
After her revelation, she bends down to weed,
where in pouring bleach, unwanted plants bleed,
she then climbs a ladder, to remove the putrid grime,
pulling all the faces, saying we’d caused the crime,
taking off her gauntlets, she surveys her cleanliness,
and we applaud her efforts, in such friendliness,
she then points at the floor, boasting many tools,
saying “you dig in next time, for I am no one’s fool!”
Thus, in a world that’s always dirty, due to our sordid acts,
we shall help her, in filling some black sacks,
and in case you’ve forgotten, the name who gives a damn,
say it loud and proud, she’s called: Skip Rat Pam!