Friday, April 11, 2008

Rainy Day Sob Story

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play.
So, we sat in the house all this cold, cold wet day.

I sat there with my boys. We sat there our crew.
And I said, "How I wish we had something to do!"

Too wet to fly kites and too cold to play ball.
So we sat in our house we did nothing at all.

And then we decided to make us some food.
We settled on pizza. We knew it'd be good.

With aprons on torsos and olives on hand.
We knew that the outcome would be something grand.

And when we had eaten we still felt so sad.
Then we decided we really just all missed our dad.
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Mary said...

so sweet

the4bulls said...

I couldn't agree more!

The Harvey Family said...

I feel your pain, we've had rainy days and a missing dad - maybe I'll give pizza a try! Cute poem.

Aprilyn said...

I love the poem! Can I get your pizza recipe? Did you make the crust too? We've had lots of snow lately and my crew is tired of being in the house. I think pizza making is a wonderful idea. What a good Mom you are!

Robin said...

Love Charlie's expression. You can tell he's diggin' the olive fingers!

Brian Blumer said...

Thanks, Dr. Seuss.
I find that olives on my fingers make me miss Travis, too.

John-David and Kathryn said...

You are one creative gal. In my short time of reading your blog you have mesmerized by your use of words. Your just filled with hidden talents.