michael hubbert


fun


it's fun to laugh outloud and giggle
it's fun to toss and turn and wiggle
it's fun to pull your sisters hair
it's fun when you know Mom's not there

it's fun to curl your toes and walk
it's fun to write with sidewalk chaulk
it's fun to make a crazy sound
it's fun to roll around the ground

it's fun to scrunch your nose and eyes
it's fun to win the only prize
it's fun to visit disneyland
it's fun to build things in the sand

it's fun to aggrevate the boys
it's fun to make the loudest noise
it's fun to walk with shoes un-tied
it's fun to sneek around and hide

it's fun to pretend that you shave
it's fun to sometimes mis-behave
it's fun to watch cartoons at home
it's fun to finally end this poem

Submitted: Tuesday, September 02, 2008

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