A Thin Story

Having been done with stories of size, I now wish to move to those of shapes. One another for the daughter. The size I want to be, the size she is. Thin.

Five Fat Friends,

A, B, C, D and E stuck together.

Played too, danced on sticks, 

Happy beats,

Your dainty drum-kit.

A told B, "Let's give the little girl a gift".

C agreed, as did D and E.

They decided upon a song, a song for you.

So when you sit with them

And don't get the tune you were looking for, listen.

Five Fat Friends sing for one.

A song for you.

My daughter is the kind who gets restless very easily. I believe in her sense of rhythm and don't want her to be angry when she can't reach up to the cymbal. Her beloved Aunty-L gave her a pretty drum-set. I completed it with giving her a naughty idea of scribbling on the drum-tops. Over eagerly she walked to it this evening, "Tucker, I have new dum-kit. You don't have, um-hm."  

Hope she listens well. Hope she finds a melody of her own.