Easy as 1-2-3
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
(Is anybody home in there?)
I do not like arithmetic.
The numbers turn out wrong.
My twos and threes end up where
fives and sixes should belong.
I do not like arithmetic.
The numbers turn out wrong.
My twos and threes end up where
fives and sixes should belong.
What’s the most important thing of all?
It’s sometimes big and sometimes small.
It’s full of girls (or maybe boys)
and makes an awful lot of noise.
What’s tall and dark and furry,
has big teeth, but still acts tame?
Our M – O – N – S – T – E – R …
(Sssh! He can’t stand that name.)
Look at those bubbles in the sand.
Watch me scoop them up in my hand.
Oops––There’s something tickling me!
Hurray, it’s a sand crab, did you see?
The baby spits, and mother smiles.
If I spit, she gets mad.
She shakes her head when I burp but
when baby burps, she’s glad.
Each night my mother sings to me––
her favorite lullabies.
She rocks me gently back and forth
until I close my eyes.
Why does my mother have to say,
“Go clean your room?” It wrecks my day.
“Go clean your room!” she says to me.
“There’s clothes where carpet used to be,
and games and books on top of those,
and snacks starting to decompose!
A gaggle of giggling ghosts gathered gaily
to groan in the graveyard one night.
They glided so gracefully, Griggsby the groundskeeper
gasped at the glorious sight.