Takes all her building blocks <br />(she's got a lot) <br /> <br />stacks 'em un- <br />-til the tower totters <br /> <br />(higher than herself now <br />she on tippytoe on a chair now) <br /> <br />'Don't falls! ' <br />'Don't falls! ' <br />she cajoles 'em <br /> <br />as they...stutter <br />stammer <br /> <br />not able to <br />prounounce <br /> <br />an upright position <br />& <br /> <br />...fall <br /> <br />(deliciously in slow) <br />motion then speeding up into <br /> <br />...crash! <br /> <br />'Oh! They fells! ' <br />'They fells! ' <br />she hollers. <br /> <br />Mummy Dearest <br />smiles & tells <br /> <br />Daddy Darling <br />he had better tell <br /> <br />his little girl <br /> <br />how to get <br />a better grip <br /> <br />on plurals.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tower-of-babels-for-lyn/
