In the land of Chip there grew an effervescent rip into a vortex through which Chip did slip. The rip was quite a trip it made him lose his grip and flip so that his chest escaped its nest (just the nip). In a benign amount of time Chip’s only real crime was that he grimed all the dishes with slime. So the goat jumped the moat and floated on a boat when Chip’s throat discovered the rhyme. If the plan was on the lamb it’s ‘cause the man Chipped and quickly ran and only thought how it would scan. The cows convened the council, browsed the hows and whens to pounce, will the Chippening do its thing and zip the span?
