The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

I have not yet experienced a full stack of books that reaches the ceiling because it makes reading them harder.

The floor and the ceiling poem.

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. And down to the floor hear him now squealing. Warm yellow light shining through cracks in the ceiling laying on the floor among the daisies and breathing in the cool night air. And calling for more.

How i love them. Bigger than daddy and bigger than mother. Books to the ceiling books to the sky my piles of books are a mile high. Who could be doubting.

Who could be doubting the love in his eyes. The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor then apparently dragging several sledgehammers each stampede into the kitchen. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. I ll have a long beard by the time i read them.

Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun. Laughing and shouting away up he cries. Books to the ceiling by arnold lobel. Only a laddie but bigger than brother.

Up to the ceiling. 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. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Laughing and shouting away up he cries.