The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

I ll have a long beard by the time i read them.

The floor and the ceiling poem.

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. And calling for more. Laughing and shouting edgar albert guest up to the ceiling. How i need them.

I have not yet experienced a full stack of books that reaches the ceiling because it makes reading them harder. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Bigger than daddy and bigger than mother. Laughing and shouting away up he cries.

Only a laddie but bigger than brother. And down to the floor hear him now squealing. Books to the ceiling by arnold lobel. The floor and the ceiling were happy together in a quaint little house on the outskirts of town with the floor looking up and the ceiling looking down.

Laughing and shouting away up he cries. The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor then apparently dragging several sledgehammers each stampede into the kitchen. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Books to the ceiling books to the sky my piles of books are a mile high.

How i love them. Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun. Who could be doubting. Up to the ceiling.