Higgledy Piggledy



Higgledy Piggledy is such a great word
It bounces off the tongue and sounds absurd,
In a jumbled, confused, or disorderly way
Sounds like how I spend my day,

Dust bunnies dance and have a ball
Doing handstands down the hall,
Clutter builds up by the door
Covering every inch of floor,

Dirty dishes and laundry fight for space
You’d think that they were in a race,
Around here Higgledy Piggledy rules supreme
Look at me, I’m livin' the dream!

Comments

  1. NabanitaSeptember 17, 2014 at 4:31 AM

    Ohh that was lovely Cat...Higgledy Piggledy! I just love saying those words :)

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  2. Shailaja VSeptember 17, 2014 at 4:33 AM

    Ha ha ha. Cat, this is so you! Adorable. Yes, my dust bunnies do the same dance ;)

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  3. sulekkhaSeptember 17, 2014 at 7:19 AM

    You have described my life in your poem :) loved it a lot.

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  4. SunilaSeptember 17, 2014 at 9:14 AM

    Wonderfully written.

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  5. Loni TownsendSeptember 17, 2014 at 9:57 AM

    Ha! As always, you never cease to amuse.

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  6. UnknownSeptember 19, 2014 at 2:39 PM

    You must have peeked into our house! ;)

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  7. RajlakshmiSeptember 22, 2014 at 6:36 PM

    Hahaha that's a fun word. Reminds me of the days when we had a dog... It was a total chaos :)

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