How glad I am for the rubber band,
It ties back hair, makes bund’ling grand,
So many times, replacing string,
Convenience in so many things!
But what I like ‘bout them the most,
To which I’d give a little toast,
The rubber band was loads of fun,
For me, my kids, and Honey Bun!
I will explain, so you’re not lost,
This game we played had little cost,
Those stretchy bands were cheaply got,
But hours of fun were hap’ly wrought . . .
Now, Husby, he of talent, much,
He took some older wood and such,
Then crafted very carefully,
Some fun, new toys for him. And me.
And one for each and every kid.
Till all were done, he kept them hid,
Then brought them out for us to see,
Crafted with delight. And glee.
Those bits of wood, now something more,
A gift to make us laugh and roar,
And chase each other round the house,
Intent on games of cat and mouse.
For what he’d crafted carefully,
(Promoting fun and repartee!)
Were little guns to take in hand,
And fire from them, those rubber bands!
Each equipped with two clothespins,
Eas’ly loaded, set to win,
E’en the youngest got the knack,
And hap’ly gave his sibs a whack!
Now, one more thing ‘bout which I’ll tell,
That Husby thought especially swell,
Each ‘gun’ shot two. Reload again.
Yes, ours shot two. While his shot ten!
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| Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com |
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Topics for the next few weeks...
The anniversary of the patent of the rubber band. (May 17) Today!
