In the wee hours of the morning, before his daddy has to go off to work, Colin and Kevin lay around making silly faces and silly noises, and most recently, silly poetry. Here are a few "poems" I overheard while waking up this morning:
There once was a boy named Colin,
Who was unusually prone to fallin’,
And when he was down,
Down on the ground,
His mother would hear him a-callin’.
There once was a boy, Colin Henry,
Who was clearly descended from gentry.
He had a fine dog,
And ate corn on the cobb,
And was driven around in a Bentley.