The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

How i love them.

The floor and the ceiling poem.

The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor then apparently dragging several sledgehammers each stampede into the kitchen. Who could be doubting the love in his eyes. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Laughing and shouting edgar albert guest up to the ceiling.

Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun. How i need them. And calling for more. Only a laddie but bigger than brother.

Warm yellow light shining through cracks in the ceiling laying on the floor among the daisies and breathing in the cool night air. Who could be doubting. Laughing and shouting away up he cries. Up to the ceiling.

I ll have a long beard by the time i read them. 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. Laughing and shouting away up he cries. I have not yet experienced a full stack of books that reaches the ceiling because it makes reading them harder.

Bigger than daddy and bigger than mother. Books to the ceiling by arnold lobel. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. And down to the floor hear him now squealing.