Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Tissue Mountain

On a shelf above his bed,
Looking like a fountain,
Henry has what has become
A little tissue mountain.

Each tissue gets one wipe or blow
And then it joins the pile,
A mound that had been growing
For much more than just a while.

When asked if I could clean it up,
The answer I keep getting
Is an emphatic No; I guess 
I'm aiding and abetting.

It isn't really gross because 
There's not a lot of issue
Allowed to make its way upon
Each single 2-ply tissue.

And Henry laughs when I point out 
His tissue mountain's growing,
An impish twinkle in his eye
Which he delights in showing.

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Gershon Wolf April 25, 2019 at 4:09 PM This is just adorable. The title alone is a FAVE! ~ gw

Robert Johnson April 22, 2019 at 7:04 PM Tis the season for a tissue reason. And if the pile grows high. That just means they're being used and that's the reason why. :) Achoo. :)

Allen Beilschmidt Sr. April 21, 2019 at 6:09 PM 'There's not a lot of issue Allowed to make its way upon Each single 2-ply tissue.' Great line and a fun reading

Robert L. Hinshaw April 20, 2019 at 6:05 PM A delightful write, Ilene. You have a very creative grandson! Best to you and your family during the Passover Season - Bob Ilene Bauer April 21, 2019 at 3:52 PM thanks, bob! hope you're having a wonderful Easter!

Jan Allison April 20, 2019 at 5:13 PM i so enjoy reading poems about your grandchildren Ilene this is a gem:-) hugs jan xx Ilene Bauer April 21, 2019 at 3:52 PM thank you, jan! i hope all is well with you...

Rico Leffanta April 20, 2019 at 2:57 PM Sore nose sure knows! Aloha! Rico