Naughten Nash
I think I hear that Naughten Nash.
He really is a noisy rash.
I'm told that from his date of birth,
he's been more trouble than he's worth.
His mom and dad
he's driven mad.
His gran and gramps
he's given cramps.
The reason for the state they're in
is Naughten makes a constant din.
He cannot stand a quiet room.
(The boy's a walking sonic boom).
First thing he does when he awakes
is grab his chalkboards and his rakes.
He drags the rakes across the boards
and plays his favorite screechy chords.
And when his symphony is done,
he reaches for his caps and gun.
He shoots his pistol
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
And hoots like an orangutan.
Around his bedroom up on stands
he has eight dozen pots and pans;
and with a hammer and a spoon,
he plays on them from dawn till noon.
When at the table having lunch,
he'll only eat foods that go
CRUNCH!
Celery, apples, toast, and nuts
are all that he'll put in his guts.
And when he's done, it's noise again.
You think he'll stop? I wonder when.
His parents wear plugs in their ears
under pillows held on by brassieres.
But still the noise of their loud lad
gets to their brains and drives them mad.
If they give up and let him go,
you'd all best run and not be slow
'cause nonstop noise like this kid makes
is sure to make you toss your cakes.
copyright 2012
He really is a noisy rash.
I'm told that from his date of birth,
he's been more trouble than he's worth.
His mom and dad
he's driven mad.
His gran and gramps
he's given cramps.
The reason for the state they're in
is Naughten makes a constant din.
He cannot stand a quiet room.
(The boy's a walking sonic boom).
First thing he does when he awakes
is grab his chalkboards and his rakes.
He drags the rakes across the boards
and plays his favorite screechy chords.
And when his symphony is done,
he reaches for his caps and gun.
He shoots his pistol
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
And hoots like an orangutan.
Around his bedroom up on stands
he has eight dozen pots and pans;
and with a hammer and a spoon,
he plays on them from dawn till noon.
When at the table having lunch,
he'll only eat foods that go
CRUNCH!
Celery, apples, toast, and nuts
are all that he'll put in his guts.
And when he's done, it's noise again.
You think he'll stop? I wonder when.
His parents wear plugs in their ears
under pillows held on by brassieres.
But still the noise of their loud lad
gets to their brains and drives them mad.
If they give up and let him go,
you'd all best run and not be slow
'cause nonstop noise like this kid makes
is sure to make you toss your cakes.
copyright 2012