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.
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.