Finnegan poops in mustardy stanzas
Always in messy threes
When I asked him about line breaks
He pooped upon my knees

Meghan burps her ABC’s
And giggles when she’s done
Then she sings in syllables
Thick with witty pun

Logan whines in rhythm
As he walks in perfect time
Of every emotional melody
And the odd poetic rhyme

Daddy laughs in silly sonnets
And tells jokes in metered verse
He often forgets to pick up the milk
His leaky memory be his curse

Mama likes us all in line
From the tallest to the small
Silent, safe and all tucked in
Is her most desired poetry of all

09/14/2009

Author's Note: just a silly poem I wrote for my kids

Posted on 09/15/2009
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