Where
buttercups grow
And
the great moose roam
Atop
a sugarloaf mountain
Lived
three little imps
As
big as blue shrimps
Named
Baby, Carter and Jacob
They
woke up one day
In
the land of the Fae
Needing
a big adventure
They
hopped on a moose
While
drinking their juice
And
munched on wild bake apples
Down
the big mountain
Through
a mud fountain
They
made their way to the beach
The
waves were so high
They
laughed and they sighed
The
salt water tickled their feet
They
met a big crab
Who
called himself Brad
As
he boogied upon a great branch
A
house made of sand
Was
made by their hands
And
was as tall as a bumble bee
They
each built a moat
With
seashells for boats
But
argued which one was better
Who
nodded and tinkled
And
they thought that was kinda gross
They
lost their pants
While
swimming with ants
And
now what would they do?
With
sand in their hair
And
little butts bare
They
decided they should go home
They
gathered sweet berries
And
called cousin Sherry
The
one who wrote this story
They
got on a moose
Their
tongues very loose
Recalling
the days events
Through
a mud fountain
Up
the big mountain
They
made their way back home
With
satisfied smiles
That
would last a while
They
all jumped into their beds
Baby’s
blue eyes closed
Dreaming
as he dozed
What
treasures will tomorrow bring?
Dear
little Carter
Could
go no farther
Than
his bed in the mushroom patch
Slept
under the wing
Of
a soft white speckled owl
Goodnight
dearest imps
My
blue little shrimps
May
all your good dreams come true
©Sherry Irvine – July 7, 2012
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