Raisins
By Gary Wittmann
Copyright (c)October 31, 2003 Gary Wittmann
All Rights Reserved
I had a plate of raisins my mother gave to me.
I remember this so well for I was only three.
I counted out the raisins 1-2-3-4-5-6.
But one of the raisins started doing silly tricks.
It started crawled across my plate
and jump off the edge.
And I saw it raise a flag and heard it say a pledge.
It did a somersault right then and jumps on my plate.
Jump back to the other raisins for a running mate.
It shouted something to them and they got up and moved.
Next time your mother sits a plate that you disapproved.
Be sure that theyre raisins. Mother says, Here for you, Doug.
That they are really raisins and not a plate of bugs.
