My Inheritance...

Germs...

Here is another silly poem:

Strictly Germ-Proof
by Arthur Guiterman

The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gambolled up;
They looked upon the creature with a loathing undisguised;
It wasn’t disinfected and it wasn’t sterilised.

They said it was a microbe and a hotbed of disease;
They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees;
They froze it in a freezer that was cold as banished hope
And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap.

In sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears;
They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears;
They donned their rubber mittens and they took it by the hand
And ’lected it a member of the Fumigated Band.

There’s not a micrococcus in the garden where they play;
They bathe in pure iodoform a dozen times a day;
And each imbibes his rations from a hygienic cup —
The Bunny and The Baby and The Prophylactic Pup.

I think we chose this for the sing_songy rhythm. It is just a silly ditty but has some big words for me as a little girl first hearing it read.

Hearing it and seeing it at the same time. We sat and looked at the pages together.

No wonder I was a good reader as a youngster. I copied my mother's reading habits.

Actually, because of my faith, I wish Mommy and I had read the Bible together or that I had memories of her reading the Bible. I don't.

We had Bibles in our home. I remember Mommy's wedding Bible. I don't remember ever reading the Bible with her though. I do remember her teaching me to treat the Bible with respect and never set anything on top of it. To this day, I keep that rule.

However, I read it, as well.

Anyways, silly poems are a part of my life and I guess everyone's, eh?

I am remembering another silly one right now so on to the next entry...

~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~