Twas the night of December tenth,
And all through the house,
A little bird was flying,
thank God not a mouse!
See, the child was nestled,
all snug in his bed,
While visions of the smoke alarm waking him
Worried his parents' heads.
So the front door they left
wide open with care.
In hopes that the smoke from burnt dinner
would rush out of there.
And the smoke, it did leave.
And the alarm did not sound.
But that darn little bird
He flew round and round!
3 comments:
Ha! I haven't been that entertained in quite awhile. Love it! Hey, you know what just came to mind... that time you and Neal (and friends) tackled the possum in his apartment. Ha! Now that was seriously funny! I wouldn't mind reading that story again. By the way - Jen your poem is awesome (as always). Neal - good job on saving the little birdie. Will - may you rest in peace with no more fire alarms. :-)
i laughed out loud. and i love your poem! :) i'm glad everyone made it through and i hope you got some good take out!
That is funny. The funniest is you two talking to the bird! Hilarious! Poor Will missed the excitement.
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