The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

And down to the floor hear him now squealing.

The floor and the ceiling poem. Laughing and shouting away up he cries. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. And calling for more. Who could be doubting the love in his eyes.

Laughing and shouting edgar albert guest up to the ceiling. Books to the ceiling by arnold lobel. Bigger than daddy and bigger than mother. Only a laddie but bigger than brother.

At 7 00 am alarm goes off boom madame gets out of bed puts on her deep sea divers boots and stomps across my ceiling to megaphone the kids awake. Who could be doubting. The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor then apparently dragging several sledgehammers each stampede into the kitchen. The floor bought the ceiling an ostrich plumed hat and they dined upon drippings of bacon fat diced artichoke hearts and cottage cheese and hundreds of other such delicacies.

I ll have a long beard by the time i read them. How i love them. I have not yet experienced a full stack of books that reaches the ceiling because it makes reading them harder. Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun.

Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Warm yellow light shining through cracks in the ceiling laying on the floor among the daisies and breathing in the cool night air. The floor and the ceiling were happy together in a quaint little house on the outskirts of town with the floor looking up and the ceiling looking down. Up to the ceiling.