- MOM'S JELLY BEANS-
Every week we'd buy them
And I'd wait until the last
After everyone had tossed aside
What I thought was the best.
They'd eaten all the others
Down to the very last one
As I'd waited round so patiently
Til I'd get to have my fun.
Becca liked the sweet red cherry
Patrick liked the purple grapes
Dan and Mark ate all the lemons
All while watching movie tapes.
But soon, each one, would slowly file
back into their own bedroom
While I straightened all the pillows
and wielded the old straw broom.
Left there in the bottom
of each and every bowl
Were those tiny black morsels
They'd left like cooling coal.
I'd take each small black morsel
Of stinging tangy licorice
And put it into my own mouth
With a finely metered flourish:
YUM! ! ! ! ! !
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
By Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds yummy i liked those too 10