The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

Bigger than daddy and bigger than mother.

The floor and the ceiling poem.

Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun. The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor then apparently dragging several sledgehammers each stampede into the kitchen. Who could be doubting the love in his eyes. How i love them.

Laughing and shouting edgar albert guest up to the ceiling. At 7 00 am alarm goes off boom madame gets out of bed puts on her deep sea divers boots and stomps across my ceiling to megaphone the kids awake. Laughing and shouting away up he cries. I ll have a long beard by the time i read them.

The floor bought the ceiling an ostrich plumed hat and they dined upon drippings of bacon fat diced artichoke hearts and cottage cheese and hundreds of other such delicacies. Only a laddie but bigger than brother. Books to the ceiling books to the sky my piles of books are a mile high. Books to the ceiling by arnold lobel.

Warm yellow light shining through cracks in the ceiling laying on the floor among the daisies and breathing in the cool night air. And calling for more. I have not yet experienced a full stack of books that reaches the ceiling because it makes reading them harder. Up to the ceiling.

And down to the floor hear him now squealing. Who could be doubting. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. How i need them.