11/04/2016

Poem For A Three-Year-Old

Bad Guys Under The Bed
by
Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy Birthday to my little super hero . . . Daniel. I love you buddy.

There are bad guys hiding under Daniel’s bed
And when it time to go to sleep
Daniel can’t remember what Mommy said
So he grabs his sword and shield
And his super hero shirt that’s red
He leaves a trail for the bad guys to follow
With little pieces of broken bread
Then Daniel growls and hisses and pokes
And fills the bad guys with dread
Next he leaps to the light switch on the wall
Even though his feet feel like lead
For bad guys vanish with the light
Their nastiness no longer well fed
He turns on the switch with all his might
For then all the bad guys are dead.

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