Jan - the first verse of Frankie Laine's "Mule Train" seems to fit the bill:
Mule train, yeah, yeah.
Mule train: clippetty-clopping over hill and plain,
Seems as how they'll never stop.
Clippetty-clop, clippetty- clop clippetty, clippetty,
clippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along.
My effort at a poem:
Bang, bang, clang, creak,
She's at it again
The DIY freak.
Thud, thud, wang, wallop,
The ceilings in
A great big dollop.
Swish, swish, swash, sweep,
She's cleaning up
The nasty heap.
p.s. I submitted homework for 'Consonance'.