Come into my closet, ignore all the mess
There’s something worth seeing behind that red dress
Under those mittens and next to that shoe
Are my traveling pants, and they’d like to meet you.
They’re not much to look at, just plain ugly brown
They’ve got grass stains, the zipper’s perpetually down
You’re right when you say that they look quite absurd
But they tell the best stories that you’ve ever heard.
Like the one about terrible bank-robber Hamish
My pants were right there on the night he got famous
Old Hamish was brave, but he hadn’t a gun
So he held up the bank with his finger and thumb.
Once my pants saw a flood down in Mississippi
When the water rose higher than all of the trees
And in Texas they sat on a branch for a break
But they jumped up real fast when it hissed like a snake.
They’ve seen lizards grow new legs and fish that can fly
They’ve even seen frogs raining down from the sky
So if tales both exciting and true make you dance
Then come spend some time with my traveling pants.
(Inspired by Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. Head on over and check it out for more fun.)
Deborah Dunlevy 
I like your poem and I like the title of your blog, I wish I told my son more made up stories, I read to him constantly but I never make up stories, I wish I did, maybe I will start but it just does not flow naturally……
any help
I am your newest follower maybe your blog will inspire me….
Thanks! I find it way harder to tell stories to my kids than I would like. Mostly, when they ask, I’m so tired or distracted that there’s no creativity to be found in my vacant brain. But having this blog has really helped. Once I’ve written ideas down, it’s easier to remember them when I need them.
Wow, this was a great poem. I really enjoyed it. 🙂
Aww. Thanks!
Visiting from Mama Kats..
I can see why your blog has the name it does! That was great! Very Seussian!
Now if only I could draw like Dr. Seuss…
Love it! Thanks!
Over from Mama Kat’s…
I am so scared of writing my own poetry – I’m jealous you aren’t. But sitting on a branch and finding it’s a snake? Biggest fear. Unless maybe a snake touches me while I’m swimming…or is in my house….well, you get the point.
Wow, great writing! And those sound like some pretty awesome adventures you had too.
Full disclosure: not all those adventures really happened. This blog is all about the stuff I make up to entertain my kids, so I hope you can forgive the slight departure from the assignment… 😉
Love this poem! So creative 🙂
Great poem!! I love it. So cute. I like your blog, too. I’ll be back for visits.
Thanks for visiting me.
Thanks for stopping by! I enjoyed your blog…glad I found you!
100% charming Deb.
I love it.
Of course. 😉