Ode to Stories
Verbal and/or written, it's meant to be aloud.
Little babies reading make mamas proud.
Careful though, the page may rip,
Those silverfish want a nip.
Now when it's spoken, you're ahead,
To get it told when you're in bed.
Grandpas and grandmas come to join in,
Bringing with them, a candy-filled tin.
Whether about a tiny tick,
Or a kangaroo's mighty kick,
It makes you feel like you're on a cloud,
Or as if you'll make the snip.
It can be a war, raging loud,
Or a game with a pip.
Family comes first, along with Uncle Ted.
Who knows, they could be a jinn.
Of course you'll just have to hold stead.
A story's, a story, even with a pin.
Whether with pages that stick,
Or a sister that picks.