COAT RACK

Father bought a coat rack
And set it by the door
We piled it full of coat stuff
But all was dumped on the floor

Father got down to business
And brought out all his tools
To fix the broken coat rack
But the coat rack said, “You fools!”

“I won’t hold your baggage!
“I won’t stand on the floor!
“I want to be a ballerina!”
And it danced on out the door…

The grandfather clock struck one
The cuckoo clock said “who…who…?”
The Doormat gobbled up
The coat stuff, and said, “Me too!”

“I lie here all day long
“I get walked on, stepped on and hit
“By stuff you guys all drop
“But I want to be a baseball mit!”

And the Doormat tossed a ball
Into the air, and just like that
It caught it up in its mouth
And the cuckoo clock said “Where… At…?”

Father said, “When I look,
I need to actually see
What things really really are,
Not what I think they should be”

So I told Father
When I grow up
I want to be a …

…

[I envision the accompanying page as a see-through folder to slide a child’s picture in, that the child can then draw on with markers, and have several pages of rubber stick-ons of career-choice outfits to stick on the picture, turning the child into a fireman, scientist, etc…]

 

By cindy
6/12/2017