The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

Laughing and shouting away up he cries.

The floor and the ceiling poem.

Bigger than daddy and bigger than mother. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. 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. How i need them.

Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun. Books to the ceiling books to the sky my piles of books are a mile high. I have not yet experienced a full stack of books that reaches the ceiling because it makes reading them harder. Warm yellow light shining through cracks in the ceiling laying on the floor among the daisies and breathing in the cool night air.

Only a laddie but bigger than brother. The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor then apparently dragging several sledgehammers each stampede into the kitchen. Who could be doubting. Up to the ceiling.

And down to the floor hear him now squealing. Laughing and shouting away up he cries. I ll have a long beard by the time i read them. And calling for more.

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. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. How i love them. Laughing and shouting edgar albert guest up to the ceiling.