A Night At the Plott's
On a polka-dotted day, at the Plott's house down the block,
Mama Plott was plotting where to place her dandy cuckoo clock
The handy, cuckoo clock,... took a spot right on the shelf
and proudly perched, profoundly, next to candy in a pot!
While Mommy Plott cooked something hot, Daddy Plott raked up the lot
The children playing hop-scotch, were hopping all around
Till supper time, and time to dine, they all sat down....'ker-plop'!
By evening's light, when day turned night, like pennies,...they were spent
Supping lentils, corn and pintos, ...then, up stairs they went
Daddy Plott turned out the lights, and popped right into bed
But bolted up with such a jolt!!...a loud "CUCKOO!!" instead !!
The brand-new clock, made such a noise, his nerves hung by a thread
That cuckoo bird! ... It could be heard, throughout the neighborhood!
It popped out every hour, and the window glass would shake!
They muffled it with pillows...and took it from the room
But the "CUCKOO-CUCKOO-CUCKOO"was worse than sonic booms!
The horrible sound was even heard...from far above the moon!!
They would just doze off, fall fast asleep, and think that it was done....
But when the hands said next O'Clock......it clucked much louder then !
So Daddy Plott removed the tick...........he then took out the tock !
And with a saw, defrocked the bird, .....so it could never talk!
Now propped back up there, on the shelf.....they all went back to bed
So even little cuckoo bird can sleep, .....in peace, just like a rock!
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For Casarah Nance's Contest: Children's Story, Dr. Seuss style
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012
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