A few months ago, my granddaughters and I played a storytelling game. We would give each other four or five words that had to be used as we made up stories. The following is what happened when Rosie (7) was given the following words: mayor, underwear, rain, giggle. She told a wild and funny story....which became this poem.
Our life stories are priceless gifts we give our loved ones...whether a child's fantasy or a grandparents childhood memory.
Listen, Ask questions. Know that sharing something about yourself can live for generations to come.
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| Rosie |
Giggleville
The mayor of
Giggleville
Stomped through the
mud
She stopped in a
puddle
And gazed out at the
flood
Rain dripped from the
rooftops
And poured down the
streets
The clouds in the
sky
Hung like huge wet
sheets
April showers are
welcome
But please, not every
day
We want to be able to
work
And to play
The grownups were grumpy
Because their shoes were a mess
The kids were tired of
being inside
Playing Checkers and
Chess
The mayor of
Giggleville
Missed the sounds of
folks having fun
And asked the citizens
What they thought
could be done
The adults huddled on
a porch
And came up with a
plan
To create a dry space
Where people could
stand
From lamppost to
street signs
Mammoth umbrellas were
strung
And to add extra cheer
They looked like the
sun
From treetop to
treetop
Tarps were hung in the
park
So all could stay dry
From morning till
dark.
But when it rained a
bit harder
It all came crashing down
And the mayor of
Giggleville
Couldn't help but
frown
Droopy umbrellas and
tents
Covered the square
But the people looked
up
And couldn't believe
what was there
The girls and the boys
Borrowed some clothes
And sewed them
together
Into a giant
rainbow
From the flagpole up
high
Flying alone
A colorful
banner
Stood on its own
Blue and yellow PJs, a
violet swimsuit
Red, orange and green
underwear
They raided someone's
bedroom
Who could it be?
Oh my! Would she care?
The Mayor of Giggleville
saw her undies fly by
And was totally
shocked
But listened to the
laughter
And said
"giggling rocks!"
It brightened them all
Though it didn't stop
the flood
They sang and danced
In the puddles and mud
When May arrived and
The sun shone all day
The mayor of
Giggleville
Declared a holiday
The citizens packed
And left by car, boat and bike
To swim oceans, see friends
and find mountains to hike
But nowhere else flies
undies
And giggles at rain
So the mayor and
everyone
All came home again
