Childhood Poem

Yesterday I wrote a poem for English class. It was supposed to be about a memory in my childhood. So  I wrote it about me throwing mud balls into our next door neighbor's pool. We laugh about it today and are very close now(: Great memories

Enjoy

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Mud Balls

Squelch, squish, squoosh

Wet brown textured globs of earth I pack tightly

Anticipating the fun, moosh

My hands slimy, my creations unsightly

Filled with sticks and all sorts of organic things

I carefully lay them in the sun on wax paper

Oh what joy making these balls brings

Baking in the sun, the liquid turns to vapor

Impatiently waiting for the hour to arrive

I can hardly wait for the real fun to begin

Whoever said that time flies is wrong

I test my weapons, the mud balls finally strong

With glee and rapture I mount my tree fort

Looking down into another’s royal court

I spot my target big, and clean

And catapult my weapon upon which I beam

With a glorious splash it hits the mark

The hard brown dirt clod hits the floor

Making the water turn a bit dark

This excellent result makes me pine for some more

And so not only one but two and three

Mud balls catapult into the pool

Until the lady of the other castle steps out into the court yard to say

“Could you please stop throwing mud balls into the pool!”

“Okay” the meek reply from me

As I laugh aloud inside of me

Oh what fun while it lasted

To see the mud balls like cannonballs blasted

Into the pool

 Did thing like this when you were little? I'd love to hear it!