Category/List/Anatomy Poem

When I Count to Three
by Lauri Bohanan

When I count to three, the toys better be picked up.

When I count to three, the quarter will disappear from my fist.

When I count to three, your butt better be in the car.

When I count to three, I'll have calmed down.

When I count to three, the swats will end.

When I count to three, the world will explode.

When I count to three, the pain will be gone.

This poetry brought back child memories for me. You know when you're a kid you're always told this by your mother, father, or grandmother. Thinking of it now, when these relatives had to repeat their speech this way they were talking in poetry...a list poem to be exact. Poetry can be just the simple things you say daily. I liked this poem because of that.