Surprise present
Every Christmas/birthday since third grade it has been a tradition for me to sit down and write out a poem for each member of my family, as well as supplying them with a gift. I didn't know how much my family enjoyed my crazy Christmas or birthday poems until one year I didn't write them, not from lazyness, but just because I didn't think my family liked them. To my great surprise, all four of them were quite dissappointed in not receiving a poem that year for Christmas.
I found that if I tied the poem into one of their presents it made the dull present seem quite lively. As you can see in this poem, I had bought my father a new pair of pajama bottoms, and it was the dullest of all the epresents I bought for him (but he seriously needed some more) so I wrote this crazy little ditty out for him to make the present seem that much more fun.
Enjoy!
Kelvenator was a young boy who was very smart.
He was great at singing, playing tennis, and art.
He had many friends (more than most kids do)
So everyone he met would say, ‘How do you do?”
He played very hard and always had holes
in his jeans to his shirts to his shoes with his toes.
But he played so much and had so many tears
That he had to go find more cloths up the stairs.
He searched in his dresser, he searched in his room.
He searched in his friend’s hot air balloon
But he hadn’t any more except one special pair
and out side he was told not to wear.
He pulled them out from behind his pillow.
The colour of bark from a weeping willow.
A cottony pair of his favorite pj’s
They couldn’t get a hole, if only played with a few days?
But as soon as he went out, down the stairs he flew,
But there wasn’t any damage which made him go, ‘whew.’
He kicked a ball, and fell on his bottom
With the dirt he kicked up it seemed he’s forgotten.
Then all the sudden with a loud RIP,
His pj bottoms began to slip.
For they had torn from the crack to the back
And let in a breeze, and his head he did slap.
They were his last pair, what could he do?
So he covered his butt with his ratty old shoe.
And ran in the house and with a loud cry
“Mom’s going to kill me! I’m going to die!”
But just at that moment his mother came in
with a small package, labeled just for him.
He opened it up and looked deep inside.
For in there with something that made him smile wide.
A new pair of pj’s, a colorful blue.
And 10 times as soft as his old brown pair too.
I found that if I tied the poem into one of their presents it made the dull present seem quite lively. As you can see in this poem, I had bought my father a new pair of pajama bottoms, and it was the dullest of all the epresents I bought for him (but he seriously needed some more) so I wrote this crazy little ditty out for him to make the present seem that much more fun.
Enjoy!
Kelvenator was a young boy who was very smart.
He was great at singing, playing tennis, and art.
He had many friends (more than most kids do)
So everyone he met would say, ‘How do you do?”
He played very hard and always had holes
in his jeans to his shirts to his shoes with his toes.
But he played so much and had so many tears
That he had to go find more cloths up the stairs.
He searched in his dresser, he searched in his room.
He searched in his friend’s hot air balloon
But he hadn’t any more except one special pair
and out side he was told not to wear.
He pulled them out from behind his pillow.
The colour of bark from a weeping willow.
A cottony pair of his favorite pj’s
They couldn’t get a hole, if only played with a few days?
But as soon as he went out, down the stairs he flew,
But there wasn’t any damage which made him go, ‘whew.’
He kicked a ball, and fell on his bottom
With the dirt he kicked up it seemed he’s forgotten.
Then all the sudden with a loud RIP,
His pj bottoms began to slip.
For they had torn from the crack to the back
And let in a breeze, and his head he did slap.
They were his last pair, what could he do?
So he covered his butt with his ratty old shoe.
And ran in the house and with a loud cry
“Mom’s going to kill me! I’m going to die!”
But just at that moment his mother came in
with a small package, labeled just for him.
He opened it up and looked deep inside.
For in there with something that made him smile wide.
A new pair of pj’s, a colorful blue.
And 10 times as soft as his old brown pair too.