Hopping…

I love hopping.

Bouncing around on one leg,

seeing the world vibrate.

Happiness is hopping,

I never get hopping mad.

My left leg is my hopping go to.

Sturdier.

More flexible.

Harder working.

Complains less.

Looks good in Lycra.

The right will come to the party,

only if conditions are right.

We’re hopping on a trampoline,

or on someone he dislikes.

My only gripe with hopping,

is it’s confined to one leg.

Imagine if the two legged hop,

hadn’t been stolen by that scoundrel jump.