Stick out your tongue – a boy’s poem {Day 24}

One aspect I have recently been introduced to with the raising of boys is… their penchant to be, well… GROSS!!

Our oldest actually was not like this until the youngest came along and started talking. Now – he is the mischief maker of the house, and loves doing anything that gets a rise out of anybody. He’s a clever one… I have to watch him!

So… our oldest has been emboldened by his younger brothers’ silly ways and … gross-ities, if I may call them. Now, in our house, I just don’t allow certain words and ways of speaking. But… silliness, yes…. it’s amusing and bemusing to me how they love the yucky stuff!

The thing is… all that yuk? Well, it’s so rich in detail and real living… how can I NOT turn it into a poem?

As I don’t have photos of the gross stuff, I have to content myself with this silly stick-out-your-tongue photo of my older boy!

Stick Out Your Tongue!

I have a little mom problem

I don’t know what to do

Seems every time I turn around

There’s another piece of goo

 

Stuck to the wall, the table,

and of course upon the floor

It wouldn’t be so bad if…

I hadn’t just found it on the door.

 

My boys they wipe their hands

On every single thing they spot;

One even used a kitchen wall

To wipe away his snot!

 

And goo’s not all–oh no not all,

Just wait till they’re outside

The mud, the muck, it all gets stuck

And tracked right back inside!
But while they’re out there, grosser still,

the things they snag and snatch,

My baby grabbed a cricket once,

“I eat it?” I guess, at least he asked!

 

Dead snakes, and bugs, and spiders,

even dried up worms upon the ground

Each smooshy glob, it fascinates

And makes their eyes go round.

 

Not to mention, suddenly,

Some words become hilarious!

Potty! Stinky! Booger!

Kids know just what will embarrass us.

 

So when I turn around to see

eyes bugged and tongues stuck out,

forgive me if I say no word…

that’s the nicest sight about!

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I like the lighthearted tone and rhythm of this poem. But I wish I had more specific details, too. I’m going to pay more attention to the icky stuff and maybe write a companion poem later. It was hard to rhyme some words for various “gross” things…. and, even in writing this I realized I probably don’t have it SO bad. I am sure other little boys are much more into bugs and goop than my guys. I am just such a bug-o-phobe though!

Well… that’s my day 24! Can you believe there’s only one more week of this Write 31 Days Challenge? How are you, my readers, hanging in there!? I know it’s a lot of poetry, but… I hope you’ve had some fun reading!

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