Never I thought ‘the wild rumpus will now begin’ and it did Of the day he was born with strawberry blond hair That as I thought in dismay of all the pandemonium To the night of upheaval he came home quite sodden With a number of hood ornaments in his possession To the surprise knock of the police at the door Ought not to be experimenting with matches ought he To the neighbor stating your son is in the alley To see the scurry of a frog causing a commotion To his sisters upset as they walked into a bedroom Of the fact that a boy was perched upon the roof There was discord between them and between usįrom a knock on the door with unfortunate news & with every sibling that arrived within our midst He caused such a noise, such outcry, such a racketįrom the time he crawled, had words & was walking Thanks to Paul Brookes, Gary Bowers, Sonja Bensken Mesher and Renee Espriu for coming out to play. So, my challenge to you this week, is to use “wild rumpus” in a poem. This poem is what came from that inspiration. WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT, JRemember “Let the wild rumpus start!” in Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are? Such a wonderful book and that exclamation has stayed with me – probably you as well – and I always wanted to do something with it.
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