On Christmas morning it was such a surprise,
When I ripped off the paper to find you in a box,
I could scarcely believe my eyes,
And shouted and whooped like a dog after a fox.
“A trampoline!” I cried out. “A trampoline for me!”
My mother giggled, my husband groaned,
But nothing could dampen my exuberant glee,
For there was bouncing to commense, no matter how much Ben moaned.
A few seconds later and my trampoline sat,
A test with my foot and that was that.
I bounced, I sprang, I sprung, I leaped,
For minutes and hours and days,
This wasn’t just fun, it was fun in heaps,
I couldn’t resist shouting, “Hooray!”
“Aren’t you tired?” they asked, and I just grinned.
“Who can be tired bouncing? I think I’ll go again!”
Thanks Mom for the trampoline! Stay tuned, Invisible Friends!