By the twinkling stars stealing away with my heart
Under this mischievous moon
I went to my neighbor's one day
To go babysitting- hooray!
The boy, four years old is he,
started to annoy me
He named his stuffed animals
One by one
I thought that he would never get done!
"This dog's name is Chicken Muck," he said
Yuck! It sounded like something dead.
He pointed to a ceramic squirrel.
"His name is Basket Whakit!" he shouted
This kid was mad! I did not doubt it!
He ran off to the living room
I was preparing to meet my doom
He had started jumping around
And sing little Bow Wow
Holy cow! What was I to do now?
After surviving eight hours of this mess
I must confess
I do not regret my time spent there
Although I was frazzled from my feet to my hair!
Basket Whackit ^
Chicken Muck ^
Extended Metaphor Poem || \/
Gently lapping the waves brush upon my ears Seeping through my mind and body Filling all the cracks and crevices of my brain I hear the echoes from the sea of notes I let the warm frothy ocean water Glaze over my feet Tingling throughout my body The music is taking over The rhythm is in sync with the waves Instruments playing with the waves