Rhythmic Stories August 8, 2020

Our Playground

Our Playground
When mom sent her kids out to the playground

it was to an old rusty car body in the woods where we played around

we used our motor skills to roll the windows up and down
we all took turns pretending we were driving over to town

seems I always ended up in the backseat
with three rowdy boys who had stinking feet

we called brother Joel Mr. JB
we pretended he was the Banker we were driving over to see

He gave us pretend money in Lipton tea bag envelopes

we had a little store set up with bottles, cans and even a bar of soap

it was OK to play with Rusty tin cans
That’s how we made our pots and pans

Our playground kept us busy for hours
on our way home, we would pick mom wildflowers

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