Rain splashes on my hat,
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,
And soaks up the door mat,
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,
Going splish and then splat,
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,
With rhythm like jazz scat,
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,
It rains both dogs and cats,
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,
It soaks up my socks. Drat!
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,
I look like a drowned rat,
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,
I’ll go back to the flat,
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,
And that’s it, and that’s that!
© Susan Joy Clark 2021
Here is another silly poem/light verse. It was partly inspired by the new dVerse challenge for a poem using repetition, but this doesn’t quite use the technique requested. I thought I’d post it anyway and perhaps enter a different poem for that challenge. Americans don’t usually call an apartment a “flat,” but, well, apartment didn’t fit. “‘Apartment’ didn’t fit. Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, I’ll pretend I’m a Brit, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat.” 🙂
