So I told my mommy
I could already count to four
but I knew Penny counted higher
I wanted to count some more
So sat beneath a kitchen chair,
I practiced five six seven and eight
mommy's pleased i'm growing up
even got my very own plate
Nine and ten then its back again
to a funny one called eleven
ch-welve is good thirteen is bad
but I keep forgetting seven
Fifteen onto two-wenty
Forty one, forty two forty three
i'm looking forward to showing off
sitting on daddy's knee
Seventy, eighty, ninety-nine
wait till Penny comes home
mommy says i can tell aunt Molly
tonite on the telephone
Penny she's my big sister
She's home from school at four
now I can play her counting games
not be left out anymore
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Author:
dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another blast from my past retold here.
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A lighthearted tale of sibling rivalry and told with such style. Great read.
I could never rival my sister Penny (who i loved to bits) she was six years older than me. Pleased you liked this bit of fun.
What a treat, thnx
Writing kiddy style is great fun. Glad you enjoyed and thank you for reading and commenting.
Those memories of childhood learning are so compelling. Great write d a.
I really can remember this from age four. And i WAS sat under a chair in the kitchen asking my mum to teach me initially. The lesson continued thru the day. Thank you Goldfinch.
a delight to read a real treasure sir.... N
I'm pleased you liked this one Neville, theres still a child in all of us. Thank you.
my pleasure..
Splendid read indeed, a flow so innocently
Pleased you enjoyed this memory poem. It did actually happen. Thank you Dan.
Must of been why it felt so pure, the truth is like fresh air.
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