Father Mole's Bed

Young Father Mole

dug deep in his hole

so he could sleep

way down below

in his earthly bungalow.

Father Mole had no bed

he used a dirt pillow

for his head.

He'd snuggle there

and with his 26 children

standing guard

keeping warm 

wasn't hard.

He had only daughters

there were no sons,

some girls were pretty

some just handsome.

Off to the market

the girls went

one day

to buy Dad a bed,

but on their way

they met a peddler

with beds in a stack

so they bought

a green bed

and took it back.

"Thanks," said Father Mole

as he put down his head.

He slept and snored

all day 

in his bed.

         I hope you have a good Labor Day weekend.  And may the bed you lie your head upon provide a great rest.  This poem started from the Mother Goose nursery rhyme.  Perhaps you can try writing your own nursery rhyme.  Have fun writing.