The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

Warm yellow light shining through cracks in the ceiling laying on the floor among the daisies and breathing in the cool night air.

The floor and the ceiling poem.

The floor bought the ceiling an ostrich plumed hat and they dined upon drippings of bacon fat diced artichoke hearts and cottage cheese and hundreds of other such delicacies. Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun. Who could be doubting. Who could be doubting the love in his eyes.

Laughing and shouting away up he cries. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Books to the ceiling by arnold lobel. Bigger than daddy and bigger than mother.

And calling for more. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. How i need them. The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor then apparently dragging several sledgehammers each stampede into the kitchen.

Books to the ceiling books to the sky my piles of books are a mile high. At 7 00 am alarm goes off boom madame gets out of bed puts on her deep sea divers boots and stomps across my ceiling to megaphone the kids awake. And down to the floor hear him now squealing. Laughing and shouting away up he cries.

Only a laddie but bigger than brother. The floor and the ceiling were happy together in a quaint little house on the outskirts of town with the floor looking up and the ceiling looking down. Laughing and shouting edgar albert guest up to the ceiling. I ll have a long beard by the time i read them.