Five stones flat
sit on the hot brick.
Fling the Master, catch it quick!
Toss it high, grab two from the ground,
Sun in your hair as you jump around.
Catching three, then four in the air,
The black cat watches with a rusty stare.
Five stones caught, we’re bored no more!

#NaPoWriMo Day 7 Prompt

Evoke the sing-songy beats that accompany girls’ clapping games, and jump-rope and skipping rhymes. Today, we challenge you to write your own poem that emulates these songs – something to snap, clap, and jump around to.