Saturday, October 25, 2008

New Poem

Here's a new poem (it doesn't have a name yet)


“It’s eight o-clock

Time for bed”

My mom said, winking

I dashed upstairs

Dressed in PJs

Sat in my bed, thinking

Dad tucked me in

I snuck downstairs

Saw big Sis watchin’ TV

Waved “bye” to Mom

Slipped outside to wait

For the bus to come and take me

Then it came over

Picked me up and

Drove around the town

Collecting everyone

With older siblings

Not making but a sound

We finally came

To an invisible place

That taught us all we know

About irritating

And frustrating your

Big sis, cousin, and bro

All us kids sat still

For hours while

We were told how to act

How to pinch,

And how to nag

(All the important facts)

Finally after

Learning a bunch

And reminded not to tell

The bus came back

Brought me home

And bid me farewell

1 comment:

Unknown said...

So that's how you kids learn your methods of torture!! I guess it's been handed down from generations, because I remember it well from my own siblings!

Love,
Mom