Breakfast in Bed
By: Diana Murray
We climb aboard apple and cinnamon boats
and float down a river of warm, creamy oats.
The oatmeal has nuts so the river is lumpy.
We paddle with spoons as the ride becomes bumpy.
We rush over rapids then suddenly crash
and fall in the oats with a big goopy splash.
“This isn’t so bad. It smells yummy,” I think.
But my sister exclaims, “We’re beginning to sink!”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I know what to do–
we’ll open our mouths and we’ll eat our way through!”
I gobble and gulp. I keep eating and eating
but off in the distance, a voice keeps repeating,
“Wake up, Jim! Wake up! Time to get out of bed.
Our breakfast is ready. Wake up, sleepy head!
Let’s go,” begs my sister, “or we will be late.”
“No thank you,” I mumble, “I already ate.”
Illustration Copyright © 2009 Kevin Scott Collier
Copyright © 2009 by Diana Murray