The Romple never gets invited to any parties. It’s a part all one its own, though.
It blend in with all the rocks that I keep in my closet.
The lowest in the stack is the highest in back pain.
It has four arms so that it always has one arm free to scratch its butt.
It’s just a plain ole cat. Who could want anything more than that?
When the bumble is a grumble and the grumpus is a bumpus.