Your coffee on the nightstand
I flip wake up wake up handstands watch
your bathing beauty backstroke
you’re a cutie windmill
arm spokes in your bathtub full of sleep,
baby baby la dee dah
Dreams all warm and gooey
salted caramel fresh-baked
chewy sugar cookies I’m no rookie
at this nookie business
bookie got your number
every time, dial 9-1-1
I dare you double dare you
throw your crayons in the sun to let those
joyous colors run until the sky melts
liquid light and felt my eyes upon
your endless
box of night, pack of bright
Our day boat sailing tide is out now
shouting holy cow we’re late
ow! pull you reel you kiss you
fish you in my arms don’t miss we’re
getting to the church
on time, I do. I do. I do. Wop.
For Shay’s Word Garden
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What fun!! I love the rhythm, the rhymes, the word play and the crazy, wonderful, hypercolour imagery.
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Lol! So glad.
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What a wonderful play of words cavorting down the page. This must have been as much fun to write as it is to read. I loved it.
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It was!!! Thank you so much, glad you enjoyed it!
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I love the title and the clever way you worked that last line!
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Lol! Thanks. Gee, no points for throwing crayons in the sun?
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Points. Now he wants points. Is there no end to his insane demands???
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Wahaha!!! And a free copy of the xeroxed lit mag.
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I love this, q! Could not find just one part to stand out, because they all stand out. Very clever ending.
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