Toes
Upon My Head
It’s eight o’clock,
The hour you dread.
For now it’s time,
To go to bed.
Go brush your teeth,
You know the place.
And don’t forget to
Wash your face.
Next we’ll snuggle
And talk awhile.
I’ll tell you stories
To make you smile.
Of Arthur and his gallant
knights,
Sir Gawain, Merlin too.
Of chivalry and magic
spells,
And love and honor true.
And as I read these
age-old tales,
You’ll close your wondrous
eyes.
And I will kiss you gently
then,
Your dreams will soon
surprise.
I think I'll steal a
little time
While you so deeply sleep.
Books to read and TV too,
And oh that floor to
sweep.
Hours go by, the time is
late,
It's time to end this day.
Hoping as I close my eyes
That in your bed you'll stay.
Peacefully I go to sleep
My mind and body loose.
While you have upped and
left your bed
Along with Mucky Moose.
In my room, all tucked in
tight,
I dream without a care.
When suddenly I'm thrust
to life,
My goodness, what a scare.
Many kicks awaken me
From more than one direction.
In my back and on my neck
I truly need protection.
Your head is nestled at my
feet,
Not much of you is
showing.
Seems as if within the
night
Your body did some
growing.
For I am almost on the
floor
While soundly you lay
sleeping.
Across the bed, not up and
down
With many toes a-creeping.
Those itsy bitsy tiny
toes,
Or so I thought they were
Harmless when they are at
rest
But not so when they stir.
For once they start to
move about
As if they're on the
street.
Plotting legs give added
force,
"Oh no, here come
your feet!"
Across my eyes, my nose,
my hair
And in my mouth and ears.
A million legs, a trillion
toes
These are my nightly
fears.
Crashed and bashed and
smashed around,
Attacked from every side.
Problem is that in my bed
I have no place to hide.
No haven safe from warring
feet,
Instead a greater joy.
A smiling, glowing
peacefulness
Inside my sleeping boy.
So now at night I close
the light
My hope for slumber dead.
But something sweeter in
its place,
Your toes upon my head.
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