Monday, December 26, 2005

My very First Poem

Dedicated to my Grandchildren...

'Twas the day after Christmas
when all through the land,

A gigantic sound, seemed to abound...

The rustling became a roar,
it wouldn't fit through the door...

Wrapping paper in a dash, heading for the trash...
Dumpster guards all plead, don't let this last...

Reds, greens, tinsel galore,
look out the closet, shut the door...

Children play joyfully, unwrapping the gift,
after all is done, the box heads the list...

The credit card statements bang at the door,
hoping until next year, please, no more...

Grandpa Herb

4 comments:

Brian (+ Alice) said...

Hi Dad,

Alice says she liked the poem.

(hi grandpa--alice)

stebbijo said...

That was great! I am not much of a poet. Maybe as I get older I will acquire the talent -- it works for you! ;-)

Ray and Debbie said...

Hi Dad! Our sentiments exactly! :-)

jb3ll3 said...

awwwwwww. You're the best! That Alice is sooooo lucky....