Burp Poem
I asked my 4-year daughter
What a funny poem would be
She said
A burping poem
Would
Burp
Be fun to
Burp to me.
8/2/97
I have a favorite towel
Its green and pink and blue
There’s quite a lengthy tale
How it went to old from new
Rubbing brother Bobby’s crewcut
Smoothing Suzy’s silky locks
Cleaning toothpaste from the mirror
Wiping sand from Richie’s socks
Drying dear Aunt Carol’s fanny
Playing puppy’s tugo-o-war
Erasing smudges from the clock face
Picking bugs up off the floor
Dusting dog hair from the counter
Scrubbing Kyle’s dirty neck
Floating toys in Kelly’s bathtub
Hanging drying from the deck
Making tents in Chrissie’s room
Mopping paint from someone’s shirt
Wetting artists’ charcoal noses
Sweeping sneakers emptied dirt
Snapping cousins’ running butts
Hiding messes on the rug
Stopping floods from overflows
Keeping Dolly Mary snug
Cooling baby’s feverish head
Washing Jenny’s scraped-up knee
Scaring off a nasty fly
Dressing Katy as a queen.
The colors have all faded
This towel is feeling thin
But with its holes and tatters
It’s the one you’ll find me in.
8/2/97
My mother had a baby
Minutes later had one more
That’s how I came
To be a twin
When two of us were born.
Some ask “Are you identical?”
I smile when I reply
For my name’s Sue
And I’m a girl
My brother is a boy!
8/2/97
Kite
My master took me flying
Every weekend to the beach
But when one day
He lost his grip
My string flew out of reach
I soared up with the seagulls
I flew o’er tops of trees
I skated through
The clouds and got
Dew drops all over me
And when the wind got tired
I drifted slowly down
And landed in
A maple tree
Right on the edge of town
My flying days are over
But from here I see just fine
And snuggle with
The robins in
A nest made from my twine.
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