The boy sat at the kitchen table
Fingers all a-quiver
The Hama beads keep pinging off
Let's throw them in the river
Oh, the bad poetry. I just can't help myself.
Hey, when you are up half the night with a hurling child, intent on re-decorating the landing carpet, you're allowed a little artistic leeway. And the Hama beads? Well, you don't think I was letting him near any actual food do you? I figured ironing them together probably kills all known germs too.
Oh dear, hope tonight is less vomit ridden and he is soon better x
Posted by: daisie | 09 August 2011 at 22:22
Oh dear, I hope the hurling child has stopped hurling...poor thing. Keep up the poetry too - it made me giggle! x
Posted by: Simply H Designs | 09 August 2011 at 22:24
I love bad poetry-
What is not to like?
Beetroot and hurling kids
Make very good haik
U.
Sorry. Ax
Posted by: MagicBean | 09 August 2011 at 22:27
There is that numbing moment
when his masterpiece is completed
and you lift it up carefully
and your other child knocks your elbow.
Posted by: Alice C | 09 August 2011 at 22:31
It sounds like you need to take your pleasures wherever you can find them right now. If bad poetry does that for you, bring it on.
Posted by: Tracy | 10 August 2011 at 00:24
Oh SO sorry to hear about the pukage. Isn't one supposed to save that for the deep dark of winter?? Hope nobody else follows suit...
Posted by: Lynn | 10 August 2011 at 01:08
Oh I hope it's getting better. That is so not supposed to be part of the summer holidays.
K x
Posted by: kristina | 10 August 2011 at 12:52
Amusing.
The poetry.
Not the rest ...
Posted by: Paola | 10 August 2011 at 19:54
Hama beads are a distant memory from my children's earlier years, as thankfully is the time one vomited into a bag of Duplo bricks. There was no poetry that night, but there might have been a few choice words!
Posted by: Annie | 10 August 2011 at 21:18
Lol!Hama beads are such great things. I've seen hyperactive children focus for hours when using them. I love to see their faces when they watch them being ironed. Ooooh! x
Posted by: PinkCatJo | 11 August 2011 at 13:10
Hope he's feeling better
Posted by: Gina | 11 August 2011 at 20:38
oh dear, I hope he is better soon x
Posted by: driftwood | 11 August 2011 at 21:09
oh no!
not during the holidays...
(by the way, NEVER forget to use the smooth white paper when ironing the beads. TRUST ME, I KNOW)
Posted by: Monica | 11 August 2011 at 21:49
Ugh to both the Hama beads and the hurling! I hope the hurling didn't end up affecting all of you. I've had a hurling Minx all day today so I feel your pain.
she's feeling a little better now and is sitting in bed crocheting herself a necklace :o)
x
Posted by: Lesley | 14 August 2011 at 15:44
So sorry to hear about the hurling, we have lots of stomach pains happening in this house, but touch wood, no actual vomming as yet.
LOVED your poem, it made me laugh out loud...more please!!!!!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Posted by: Lucy@Attic24 | 15 August 2011 at 09:29
Oh I do hope the pox has gone. Far away.
I loved the original version of that poem as a child. My other (rather similar) favourite was:
A peanut on the railway track
His heart was all a-flutter
The 2.15 came down the track
Toot toot peanut butter.
Posted by: Emma (silverpebble) | 17 August 2011 at 10:17
We love Hama beads! Hope he feels better soon.
Posted by: Handmade in Israel | 17 August 2011 at 14:41
perfect vacuum cleaner food..hoover food.
hope all is better now.
Posted by: tiel | 18 August 2011 at 13:41