The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor then apparently dragging several sledgehammers each stampede into the kitchen.

The floor and the ceiling poem.

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. Up to the ceiling. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Only a laddie but bigger than brother.

Laughing and shouting away up he cries. How i need them. And calling for more. Bigger than daddy and bigger than mother.

Books to the ceiling by arnold lobel. Laughing and shouting away up he cries. Warm yellow light shining through cracks in the ceiling laying on the floor among the daisies and breathing in the cool night air. Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun.

Who could be doubting. How i love them. Laughing and shouting edgar albert guest up to the ceiling. And down to the floor hear him now squealing.

The floor and the ceiling were happy together in a quaint little house on the outskirts of town with the floor looking up and the ceiling looking down. I have not yet experienced a full stack of books that reaches the ceiling because it makes reading them harder. 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. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more.