Monday, September 12, 2011

Silly Poem ~My Favorite Child~



 
You are my favorite, I said to my firstborn,

My Angel sent from the lord,

So loving and sweet,

So let’s go to sleep

But please don’t tell the others.




You are my favorite, I said to my second,

My lovable smookums,

Cuddly and tender,

So let’s go make something in the blender,

But please don’t tell the others.




You are my favorite, I said to my third,

My sweet smelling rose,

Beautiful black hair

So let’s go get…. an éclair.

But please don’t tell the others.




You are my favorite, I said to my fourth,

My sunflower girl,

Quite spirit and very gentle,

So let’s go be sentimental

But please don’t tell the others.



 

You are my favorite, I said to my fifth,

My worshiping sunshine,

You make me so happy,

So let’s go make some shrimp scampi

But please don’t tell the others.





You are my favorite, I said to my sixth,

My little man, turtle, is his name,

I prayed for you, my loving son,

So let’s go have some fun

But please don’t tell the others.




 
You are my favorite, I said to my last,

My princess butterfly,

You were the best surprise,

So let’s go… up to the skies

But please don’t tell the others.



Mom, tell them who your favorite is

My sisters don’t believe,

Tell them I’m your favorite son.



 
Oh no, it’s begun,

So…. let’s see…..where can I run?

I said, “Not to tell the others!”



But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;

1 Peter 2:9



Written by Bridget Sherman



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3 comments:

Bridget said...

The funny thing is, Joshua is my only son, so, that makes him my favorite son. lol. I dont think he has figured that out yet.

Fillly said...

This poem is extremely funny I love it!

Filly said...

This is so funny. You tell them a secret and..... they tell. At least it was your son and not one of your daughters.