Thursday, July 28, 2011

Cartwheels With Sound Effects



Tumble-dee-do
Let gramma play with you.

Snap, crackle, pop
Oh, no I can't stop!

Kabam, crunch-crunch
The grass ate my lunch.

Clap, clap... whoopie!
Grams, you're still fun to me.

@laurie kolp


Prompt inspirations: Poet's United Thursday Think Tank (grass) and Poetry Jam (life at 67)

17 comments:

Jinksy said...

Green grass and red jam seem to have mixed well today! LOL

annell said...

Grass for lunch... what a delight!

vivinfrance said...

great fun. We Grandmas have our uses!

Old Ollie said...

malapropism explosion! nice LK!

sharplittlepencil said...

Laurie, a delightful poem! The onomatopoeia and the jam and the mess and oh, how she loves her Gram! Amy

http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/07/28/grass/

Eva Gallant said...

This grammy is sitting here laughing. good one.

Daydreamertoo said...

Delightful!

Heaven said...

fun and delightful.. i look forward to having little angels in the future~

Laurie Kolp said...

Thanks... I look forward to it, too. But first I must get my kids raised.

kaykuala said...

It is a fun poem, given a very nice treatment. Great!

Ella said...

Fun and playful, the way the green velvet carpet, should be~

Mike Patrick said...

Cartwheels are the perfect use for grass . . . well, that and a Slip and Slide.

Bagman and Butler said...

What a perfect juxaposition of age and youth! The second childhood comes alive!

The Bug said...

Hmm - I'm ALREADY snap, crackle & popping :)

Jeanne Iris said...

Go Grammy go! Love the spry feeling of this, Laurie!

wordcoaster said...

Whimsical and fun--great job!

Mary said...

Lovely, Laurie! I am one of those 'fun grandmas,' and I enjoy it immensely.