Yellow armadillos snoozing,
naptime at the zoo.
These guys are usually playing
But today there's something new:
A double-decker armadillo,
one atop the other!
I wonder how they choose
who’s going to snooze upon its brother.
Do they chat about it nicely?
Do they argue? Flip a dime?
Do they just have an agreement?
Is it different every time?
I have given it a lot of thought
and this is what I thunk:
If you’re the first to fall asleep,
you’ll get the bottom bunk!
About this poem: My kids and I visit the zoo so often we've named many of the animals. These little yellow armadillos we call Malcolm and Griffin, after my boys. They're usually digging in the sand or chasing each other playfully (I think....). Not today. "Armadillo" is an easy rhyme with "pillow," but there were no pillows in sight today--just an armadillo bunk bed!
Ms. Betsy's oldest surviving poem is one she wrote in the third grade. "Down in the Sewer" didn't make her popular, but it made a small group of loyal fans very cheerful. Some of the latest poems she's written, "Six Poems of the Galapagos," will appear in Cricket Magazine in the summer of 2020. She hopes they'll reach a wider audience than her first poem did, and make more people cheerful...and possibly provoke some thoughts, as well.