The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

Laughing and shouting edgar albert guest up to the ceiling.

The floor and the ceiling poem.

I ll have a long beard by the time i read them. 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. Who could be doubting. How i need them.

Laughing and shouting away up he cries. Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun. Laughing and shouting away up he cries. Who could be doubting the love in his eyes.

How i love them. 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. 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. Books to the ceiling by arnold lobel.

The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor then apparently dragging several sledgehammers each stampede into the kitchen. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Books to the ceiling books to the sky my piles of books are a mile high. Only a laddie but bigger than brother.

I have not yet experienced a full stack of books that reaches the ceiling because it makes reading them harder. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. And down to the floor hear him now squealing. Up to the ceiling.