Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Mom I am

I am mom
Mom I am

That Mom-I-am!
That Mom-I-am!
I do not like that Mom-I-am!

Do you like a three-year-old?
I do not like them, Mom-I-am.
Now you’ve been told,
I do not like a three-year-old.

Would you take them here or there?
I would not take them here or there.
I would not take them anywhere.
I do not like a three-year-old.
I do not like them, now you’ve been told.

Would you like one in your lap?
Would you like one with nap?

I do not like them in my lap.
I do not like them with a nap.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like one anywhere.
I do not like a three-year-old.
I do not like them, now you’ve been told.

Would you take one on a dare?
Would you take one to the fair?
Not on a dare.
Not to the fair.
Not in my lap.
Not with a nap.
I would not take one here or there.
I would not take one anywhere.
I would not like a three-year-old
I do not like one, now you’ve been told.

Would you? Could you? To the store?
Take one! Take one!
They are sure not to bore!
I would not, could not, to the store.

You may enjoy one.
You will see.
You may enjoy one at the sea.

I would not, could not at the sea.
Not at the store. You let me be.

I do not like one on a dare.
I do not like one at the fair.
I do not like one in my lap.
I do not like one with a nap.
I do not take one here or there.
I do not take one anywhere.
I do not like a three-year-old
I do not like one, now you’ve been told.


A train! A train!
A train! A train!
Could you, would you, on a train?
Not on a train! Not at the sea!
Not to a store! Mom! Let me be!

I would not, could not, on a dare.
I could not, would not, to the fair.
I will not take one in my lap.
I will not take one with a nap.
I will not take one here or there.
I will not take one anywhere.
I do not like a three-year-old
I do not like one, now you’ve been told.

Say! To the park. Here at the park!
Would you, could you, to the park?
I would not, could not, in the park.

Would you, could you, in the rain?

I would not, could not, in the rain.
Not in the park. Not on a train.
Not to the store. Not at the sea.
I do not like one, Mom, you see.
Not in my lap. Not on a dare.
Not with a nap. Not to the fair.
I will not take one here or there.
I will not take one anywhere!

You do not like a three-year-old?
I do not like one, now you’ve been told.


Could you, would you, on a bike?
I would not, could not, on a bike!

Would you, could you, on a hike?

I could not, would not, on a bike.
I will not, will not, on a hike.
I will not take one in the rain.
I will not take one on a train.
Not in the park. Not at the sea!
Not to the store! You let me be!
I will not take one to the fair.
I will not take one on a dare.
I do not like one in my lap.
I do not like one with a nap.
I do like one here or there
I do no like one ANYWHERE!

I do not like a three-year-old!
I do not like one, now you’ve been told.

You do not like them.
So you say.
Take one! Take one!
And you may,
Take one and you may, I say.

Mom!
If you will let me be, I will take one.
You will see.

Say! I like this three-year-old!
I do! I like one, I am sold…
and I would take one on a hike.
And I would take one on a bike.
And I will take one in the rain.
And to the park. And on a train.
And to the store. And to the sea.
She is so good, so good, you see!
So I will take one to the fair.
And I will take one on a dare.
And I will take one in my lap.
And I will take one with a nap.
And I will take one here and there.
Say! I will take one ANYWHERE!
I do so like my three-year-old!
Thank you! Thank you, I am sold.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

What could possibly make that noise?


We were camping, just sitting around the campfire talking to our fellow campers, when we began to hear this intense scraping noise. It’s not a noise you'd recognize, nor could you imagine what could possibly make it. And it keeps getting louder and louder, until it is right on top of us. I wasn’t quite sure where my kids were so I stood to make sure that none were in the path of this noise, only to see a grown man pulling a 40 quart sized wheeled cooler along the side of his bike. The source of the noise was finally identified and yet remained unimaginable, and continues to make me giggle even as I recall the event. I still can not imagine where he came from. Talk about “testing” a product; Coleman needs to hire that man.