Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Hiding in the Basement on a Snowy Afternoon

with apologies to Robert Frost

Whose boots these are I think I know.
His socks are in the basement, though,
So I am searching for them here
Beneath the house, where fungi grow.

My toddler son must think it queer
When Mama says, “Be right back dear,”
I hear him struggle to unzip
The moment that I disappear.

He rips off hat and gloves and coat,
Unties the scarf from round his throat,
He throws his sweater on the heap
And dumps out all my diaper tote.

The cellar’s lovely, dark and deep.
But I have snotty drip to sweep,
A naked boy to catch and keep,
And hours to go before I sleep.


Candace Ryan said...

If "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" comes from Frost's NEW HAMPSHIRE collection, then surely, with all the clothes references in "Hiding in the Basement on a Snowy Afternoon," this poem must come from Jacqui's NEW HAMPER collection.

J. Thorp said...

two for two on the new "ridiculously enjoyable" tally ...

Jacqui said...

Candace, HA. That would be even funnier to you if you could see my hampers.

Thank you, Thorp. Wait until you hear about the shapeshifters tomorrow...

Jill Corcoran said...


You are a pip!

Christina Farley said...

Oh I do love Robert Frost's poem but yours is so cute!

Jacqui said...

Thanks, Jill and Christina. Jill. someday I will butcher one of yours :)

Brenda said...

I love it! Frost has nothing on you... ;)

Jacqui said...

Brenda, there's a wintry weather pun there, but I am too cold to make it!

cath c said...


Jacqui said...

Thanks, cath c, and welcome!