A poem from my book 'Suicidal Squirrels'.


Toys Without Noise

My mom tells me to clean my room.
A simple task.
For what my mommy doesn't know,
is all the toys without noise,
and stocks of gym socks,
they all go away.
to my closet,
on the floor no longer.
Spick and span.
My room is now clean.

My room sparkles and shines,
my room so clean.
But not for long.
I go to my closet,
To get out
all the toys without noise,
and stock of gym socks.

They're not there!
Oh were have they all gone?!
I run to my mommy.
Wet eyes,
runny nose and all.
She gives me a glare,
in my moment of despair.
With a quick move of the mouth,
and flick of the tongue,
she bears bad news.

All my toys without noise,
And stocks of gym socks,
have all gone away.
Not to my closet,
or under my bed.
They're all gone,
forever.
Never to return to my floor,
ever agian.



Poetry by Valerie
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Written on 2006-10-20 at 04:01

Tags Children  Toys  Rooms 

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Jessica Rexroat
it seems that even when your socks and toys are taken new ones always show up to take their place, by the way, clean your closet - mommy
2006-10-21


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Honey, your talent is showing.
2006-10-20


Kathy Lockhart
I bet mommy warned you about that too. This is so cute Valerie. I love the way you write my dear, sweet, lovely, talented
g-niece.
2006-10-20


Rob Graber
So sad!
2006-10-20