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!
