Always wanting to keep up with my mother, I have striven to try to keep the same practice alive for my children.
For this reason alone, I hate my mother.
I hate her because I now know I will never be the writer that she is. Have you ever tried rhyming something with sofa? My mother can do it while I fall absurdly on my face.
Tomorrow when my family gathers for Easter dinner, my mom will read my tawdry rambings and pat me on the back applauding my efforts. It's easy to do when you know that you are the master and that you will forever be untouched on the Easter limerick front.
If you have any doubt of my failings, I humble myself (prostrate, if you will) with the following (remember, it's like a scavenger hunt):
Wake up, wake up, and scratch your head
No lounging about all day in bed
Some furry scamp with a poufy bottom
Forces you to use your noggin’
No worries there, you gals are smarties
Your knowledge deserves many parties
But cheering comes when you figure out
How clues like these won’t make you pout
Read along and you will find
A treasure that will blow your mind
Journey on, look for an egg
It’s right beside a red chair’s leg.
That’s it you’re all done with the test
Lay down now you can take a rest.
Nah, I’m just joshing you a little bit
The next clue will make you have a snit.
The paper with the new information
Is in Sammy and Sally’s changing station.
Easy, yeah, I know that one was lame
But now it’s getting hard, this game
So far you’ve been totally relaxed
It seems in your favor all has been stacked
Put on a coat, pull on your shoes
You’re gonna need to search for outdoor news.
Extra, extra, please read the fine print!
You girls need to find another hint.
Perhaps there’s more than just one, confess I will
If I made it too easy, there’d be no thrill
Go back from whence you came again
Look where you may find a pen.
You’re probably feeling very cool
I hear you both excel at school
If you’re feeling like you have some hunch
Then look where one might pack a lunch.
I can’t fool you two, try as I might
In a battle of wits, you’d win that fight
You deserve your reward at this early hour
You’ve done good, now hit the shower.
Again you’ve done it, you’ve won the day
I knew there’d be no other way.
If this little search has got you stressed
Please realize how much you are blessed.
Your love and kind hearts mean so much
You give many smiles to those you touch
Share and love each day of the year
And together you shall have no fear.
You both can help others feel as they should
By always being kind, true and good.
Next year I’ll be back with more things to share
Of my coming riddles I say one thing: BEWARE!
Hippity hop to you both,