Underneath the Bed
I needed some storage space so I checked out
The floor underneath the kids’ bed.
It’s a very old bunk but instead of some room,
This is what I encountered instead:
A bag filled with newspapers, all from the date
That announced Mickey Mantle had died;
A plastic container too heavy to lift,
With baseball cards (hundreds!) inside.
From Sesame Street, a stuffed Grover and Bert,
Miss Piggy and Oscar the Grouch,
A Madeline doll and a Raggedy Ann.
(But I swear nothing’s under the couch!)
Several board games and one more big box which contained
Baseballs, batting gloves and souvenirs;
Magazines, ID cards and some photos on which
Someone’s autograph somehow appears.
I moved everything out, tossed some stuff in the trash
But my kids are now in for a treat,
For I’m taking it all to their houses to make
The space under their beds more complete!
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