Sammy’s poem
The badguys’ plan at last revealed –
She calmly dons her plastic shield –
With sword a-forged in mighty nerf –
She aims to prove her steely worth –
Freshly cleaned by mop and broom –
Our battleground; the living room –
The couch becomes a fort for dad –
The ottoman, her launching pad –
Lofty on the mezzanine –
Sagely mom surveys the scene –
As Sammy shouts her battle cry –
And Aussie leaps as if to fly –
I raise my arms and give a roar –
And lumber wildly from the door –
She never falters, shakes, or quakes –
Within her heart, a hero wakes.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
Sammy’s poem
The badguys’ plan at last revealed –
She calmly dons her plastic shield –
With sword a-forged in mighty nerf –
She aims to prove her steely worth –
Freshly cleaned by mop and broom –
Our battleground; the living room –
The couch becomes a fort for dad –
The ottoman, her launching pad –
Lofty on the mezzanine –
Sagely mom surveys the scene –
As Sammy shouts her battle cry –
And Aussie leaps as if to fly –
I raise my arms and give a roar –
And lumber wildly from the door –
She never falters, shakes, or quakes –
Within her heart, a hero wakes.
