Good Morning, Bugbear
It is rare that you will find me sitting down to write poetry. For one thing, if you ask me, poems are very difficult things to write. In a poem there is so limited space. Often times I have quipped that it seems to me far easier to write a novel than to write a poem. I'd even venture to guess that the writing of War and Peace may have been easier to write than all of the many poetic lyrics of William Shakespeare. Perhaps Rudyard Kipling might have said if he had been asked the question, that he had expended much more effort and time in the writing of his poetry than he ever did writing many of his much longer works.
Maybe. Maybe not.
Still, when one day my sister posted her status on her Facebook page about her newborn son, it immediately caught my attention. For whatever it was worth it struck a chord in my imagination. She wrote simply, "I love when C.J. wakes up talking and babbling to himself!" and even added one of those sideways smiley emoticons alongside it.
Her status made me wonder; what in the world could it be that little CJ, lying there awake in his crib, might be babbling and talking to himself about? What would he be saying if we could hear the words?
The following poem is what came to my mind.
As I awaken in my crib,
I think a bit glib
If I could get out of this thing
Life would truly be SWING!
I could run to and fro
There'd be no ONE to say no,
I'd have oodles of fun
For I'd be on the run
There'd be toys galore
That I'd spread on the floor
Oh, the shelves I'd clean out
It would be so FAR-OUT
There'd be things in the cupboards, all to explore
Cans to toss and bags to pour
And all the while
I'd sport a grin and a smile
Won't Mommy and Daddy have a big surprise
To see ME, out of my crib when THEY arise
In amazement they will see me and stare
And ask in wonder, "How in the world did you get THERE?"
I'd just giggle and laugh
At my adventurous jaunt and riffraff
At me they could NOT get mad,
Oh, they'd be SO had
For they'd just think I was cute, and they'd snap my pic
And they'd post on Facebook my neat little trick
But for now I can only pretend
Imagine and wonder, 'cause in the end
I'm still here in my crib, I've gone nowhere
And in comes Mommy, with narry a clue
Of the thoughts I've had of things to do
"Well, good morning, bugbear, and howdy to you."
If nothing else, it was fun to write and fun to share. Now back to my regular politics. But I do hope you liked it.
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