This poem is about our trip to Boston.
It started off with a plane ride from Austin.
Anthony cried like a baby, and so did momma.
And I tried to sleep, oh what drama!
We landed in Beantown, and went straight to the room.
Anthony blew out a diaper, with a thundering boom.
The next morning we had breakfast, a wonderful dish.
And then we went over to look at some fish.
Anthony was happy, smacking the glass on the tank.
He wanted to swim, but I think he would have sank.
Next was pizza at Reginas, a neat little place.
You could tell Anthony liked it by the sauce on his face.
On race day we gathered on the side of the street.
The leaders flew by with one common theme.
Not a white guy within 1000 feet.
The heart of the race, had an African beat.
Team Martyak was strong, finishing up towards the front.
I’m sure that Bean won the division of under one month.
After it all we ate seafood at a place called fish pier.
Damnit Milly! Which way do we steer?
Randel
2 comments:
That is priceless. I'll have to write that out in the Bean's baby book.
You're a poet deluxe, Ran! You captured nearly the whole trip in one short poem. It was a fun time! Dad
There are so many things about you that I didn't know, like that you are a poet and singer. Thanks for taking time off work to make this a special trip. Mom
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