Sisters screaming,
Baby seeming
more noisy than a swan
(but we're all still quite fond).
Mom is fuming
Dad's pot is spuming.
Abdy's playing with a giant spoon.
Sam is whining like a city 'coon,
"I'm really famished."
"Quit complaining or you'll vanish!"
Mom, to him, tells.
A catapulted spoon fells
The spuming pot;
Now Dad is fuming too.
With all this noise coming through the wall,
It's lucky I got this poem done at all!
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I love that!!!!
ReplyDelete-Ms. D
I check in on your mom's blog occasionally and just came here from there. I love this poem and am impressed by your other stuff too. It's hard to believe you are only 12. I hope you will post some more.
ReplyDelete-Martha