October I don't remember
but I remember September...I opened my eyes...
November was strange, we went for rides
I was bundled in Blue I remember that too
In a big Fat machine & I sat in the back
Since then I've not been outside
Except when I get bundled in blue & go for a ride
So I'm looking out the window
and the white stuff is gone & Mommy is singing, she is
singing, she is singing a song
And I'm surprised when she takes me outside
and I wonder what this is about?
no sitting in the back of a big black machine?
no wonder the neighbor called me baby in blue...
Mommy is strolling me around a wonderful scene! she calls it the neighborhood...
I like it.
and I Love being bundled in blue,
with a Hood that is too.
and a year later
2 comments:
Cute pic Pea. Ogden Nash would be impressed with your poem too.
...Theodore Geisel would be impressed, also!
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