Boys in my house - by Erin Kilmer

There are boys in my house - and muddy shoes

And 200 papers in various blues

There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train,

There's a fireman coat to wear in the rain.

They have cars on their shirts and frogs in their hats

There's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat.

There's dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose;

Grass stains on knees and sand between toes.

There's bath time at night with bodies to scrub,

And when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!

There's band-aids and bruises and curious bumps,
There's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps.

There's odors most icky; there's boogers so green
There's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean.

There's plies of laundry; there's stories at night;
There's bed time and bath time and dinner time fights.

There's cars and there's trains and there's books about trucks
There's Scoop, Lofty, Dizzy, and Travis, and Muck.

Sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs;
Sometimes they are lions, or dinos, or dogs.

There are cute little vests and darling neckties
Dragged right through the mud - oh what a surprise!

There's running and climbing and jumping and falling
And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling

And rolling and losing and finding and creeping
And whining and sharing and sometimes there's sleeping.

There's tantrums and time outs and some extra loud noise -
There's love in my house shaped by three little boys.