We have a white board in our bathroom on the lower level (why that is, I may explain later). We like to write notes to one another some times. Recently, we began writing little poems on the board, and the whole family took part. I thought I would share them all with you, in succession. (Betsy, for those who don't know, is Adrian's Ball Python):
Adrian, Adrian,
Sleepiest of boys.
How do you sleep
Through all of our noise? (Mom)
Betsy, Betsy,
When will you eat?
Your breakfast is dead,
And you have no feet! (Dad)
Oh no.....
Maybe on Saturday evening.
Get me a new mouse,
And I'll eat while you're sleeping (Adrian, on Betsy's behalf)
Mommy, Mommy,
I missed you today.
I can't wait to see you
On Saturday (Adrian)
My family, my family
I don't have to guess,
Of all the world's families,
I'm sure you're the best!! (Mom)
Crazy house, crazy house,
In which I dwell.
Blame it on love
In which I fell. (Dad)
My family, my family
Though minds may be leaky-est
You are endearing,
But surely the geeky-est! (Dad)
I looked in the shower,
And down in the drain
I saw that the water
Had washed out my brain.
So gently I stepped in
And reached down to grab it.
But once in my fingers,
I muttered "Dag-nab-it"
For what did I find
Swirling up around there?
It wasn't my brain,
But what's left of my hair! (Dad)
An ode to sleep, in the ancient art-form of Haiku:
My head is sleepy
I can't seem to stay awake
All I want is bed (Dad)
I've decided it's time
For me to rhyme
So I'm here to tell you
That you smell like poo! (Adrian)
2 comments:
That's fantastic! What a great idea. We might borrow that idea, if you don't mind :-) I seem to remember a poem made up of a single very long word, that when written out would stretch maybe 20 feet or so.
Very original!! I especially like the one about the hair down the drain...since some days I see how much hair is left in the tub and wonder if I'll see any on my head when I look in the mirror :0)
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