Our Little "E" Bomb, Alayna Turney [readnow .txt] 📗

“The Little ‘E’ Bomb”

'His Destructive skills'

He runs into the room
And it all goes boom.
His bright little smile,
Couldn’t be sillier as he throws the toys for awhile.
He moves his mischievous, curious eyes
Around the room, then sighs
His blond curls bounce around as he runs
From the room to find something fun
We watch as the little hurricane runs round and round
Then the little tornado can’t be found
I look at the room he was just in
And couldn’t believe that it was in ruin
I find him running down the hall
“FIND THE BOYS, BOYS, BOYS!” was his call.

'His Fighting Skills'

I grab him around the waist
And in my arms he was encased
I turn him around to face me
And he had a smile of glee
How could I not smile back at him?
My lips turned up
And he hit me in the lip
His mother said “give her kisses and say sorry”
He kisses my cheek and says “sowwy”
“I forgive you” is all I say
I put him down and he runs to play
I mean why walk when you can run?
When you run it is just more fun

'His Throwing Skills'

The little bomb throws rocks
When we are at the river docks
He swings sticks and wood
When we are in the woods
He wrestles and hits
When it is time to eat and sit
He throws food and crayons
When we are at a restaurant
He runs around
When it is time to sit down
When you tell him to stop
He giggles and say "NO YOU STOP!!"
He wears himself down
And falls asleep on our way back to town
By the end of the week
All our "E" bomb can do is sleep
Though our little “E” bomb can be a hand full
He makes our life wonderful

Text: All rights reserved by Alayna Turney 2010
Publication Date: 08-07-2010

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To my baby cousin Everette and my aunt Carra Thank you for making life fun.