The Foodstuffs Dance

Today I makes Mama take a break from her schoolings and let me do a post! I presents you with the lovely poem I wrote for the Bouncing Narrative Style event in the 2012 Olympicals. She says I no has time to write a big long post with lots of beautiful pictures of me. Something about her having a "8 page single-spaced paper" due "on Monday" that she "no has started writing yet." I no is a big fan of this whole graduate schools thing, but as long as I gets lots of lap time while she is writing, that works for me. 

-Ahem-

The Foodstuffs Dance

by me, Reuben

Correct-sized legs is hard to bend,

and leaping no is my best friend.

My belly drags across the ground

and Mama says "Reuben, you is too round." 

Although I is big, my legs no is,

so instead of bouncing, I does this:

When it is time for me to eat

I gets excited in my feet!

My legs just starts to go and go 

and the next thing that I know

I goes into a kind of trance

And I performs the Foodstuffs Dance.

There's lots of shuffles to and fro,

My legs is moving fast, and so

I then begins the Foodstuffs Whine

and the Foodstuffs Bark - those foods is MINE!

And I continues, all a-quiver

Until the foodstuffs is delivered.

I nom it up so fast I cough

and then I goes to sleep it off.