Squished Butter
Oh that wonderful mother
With that pitiful brother
Who squished her butter
That pitiful brother, who squished the butter
Tried to hide his shame
“Oh where did I put that butter!” said the wonderful mother
“Under the cover is where the butter is.” says the brother
“Under the cover?” the wonderful mother asks,
“Why is it under the cover?”
Because I squished the butter, and I had to hide my shame
So I covered the butter
“Please don’t hurt me you wonderful mother.” says the pitiful brother
“I will not scold you nor hurt you for I have more butter.”
“Under the cover is where the butter is.” says the brother
“Under the cover?” the wonderful mother asks,
“Why is it under the cover?”
Because I squished the butter, and I had to hide my shame
So I covered the butter
“Please don’t hurt me you wonderful mother.” says the pitiful brother
“I will not scold you nor hurt you for I have more butter.”
We were unsure of how to format the poem, but I was surprised that he came up with this subject. I coudn't help but wonder if his feelings were being expressed in this poem somehow. He said he was just hungry at the time. :-)
2 comments:
That is so cute. Isn't it nice to be referred to as a wonderful mother! :-)
Cute! :O)
Chris
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