The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

Books to the ceiling books to the sky my piles of books are a mile high.

The floor and the ceiling poem. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Bigger than daddy and bigger than mother. Only a laddie but bigger than brother. How i need them.

I ll have a long beard by the time i read them. Who could be doubting. How i love them. Laughing and shouting away up he cries.

And down to the floor hear him now squealing. At 7 00 am alarm goes off boom madame gets out of bed puts on her deep sea divers boots and stomps across my ceiling to megaphone the kids awake. Up to the ceiling. And calling for more.

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. The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor then apparently dragging several sledgehammers each stampede into the kitchen. 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. Laughing and shouting away up he cries.

Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Books to the ceiling by arnold lobel. Warm yellow light shining through cracks in the ceiling laying on the floor among the daisies and breathing in the cool night air.