© westronwynde magazine 2011
isbn-13 978-0- 9732582-4-0
1. It brings me joy, my favourite toy;
My purple nubby ball.
I hold-on tight, and wait for flight.
"Be careful not to fall."
2. Dad rolls me up; I'm tall on top.
I bounce upon my sphere.
When ½ way there, sometimes I dare
To rock 'n roll my rear.
3. Dad bobs me left, he's really deft,
He bobs me to the right.
I'm rolling down, a fleeting frown,
It's just a brief respite.
4. I watch the glass, the sassy lass
and ball are quite a sight.
I spank the side, another ride.
I hope we play all night.
5. It brings me joy, my favourite toy;
I press a key, it sounds for me.
I listen for the tone.
6. I bang the red, and hit the green,
Then tap the blue one twice.
Now fist the pink! I pause to blink,
Then plunk the purple thrice.
7. It brings me joy, my favourite toy,
My bouncy jumperoo.
I feel so light, I think I might,
Just stand and tug on blue.
8. I have no fear, I pluck his ear,
He turns and looks to see.
The culprit found, he springs around,
And moons his butt at me.
9. I poke the frog without a log,
Then grab the monkey's tail,
But toucan bird, I find absurd.
That electric song is stale.
10. I'm in my den to play again.
It's filled with jolly noise.
I crawl around, bright shapes abound.
I see my three best toys:
11. My purple orb and bright keyboard,
Along with jumperoo.
I reach for one, then come undone,
Not sure which to choose.
12. Perhaps the two, across the room,
They easily enthral.
I hesitate, deliberate.
I will have them all!