If I Give a Space Glob a Crayon

When my toddler's chubby hands

Began to hit and hurl,

I gave her colored magic wands

That opened up her world.

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These crayons helped her make her mark

On paper, books, and walls,

On cups and plates and arms and legs

Of all her baby dolls.

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Since then, she's learned to draw and write

And color inside the lines.

She can make the shapes and alphabet

(The print and cursive kind).

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I still have crayons in my purse

In case my child gets bored,

But she doesn't need them much these days.

She's almost twenty-four.

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Then, last week, I was happy

That I had crayons nearby.

As I sat on a park bench one morning,

An avocado-sized glob fell from the sky!

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It had two eyes on its slimy green front

And a hole below them for a mouth.

It skittered toward me, growling.

I felt things were going south!

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As it hopped up on my bench, I opened my purse

And pulled out my Ziploc crayon bag.

I held out a yellow-green crayon,

Which it took with its mouth, starting to gag.

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As I riffled through my purse for paper,

The glob started batting my arm

With the yellow-green crayon like a baby,

Not doing me any harm.

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I put a tiny notebook page

In front of the glob next to me.

I drew a heart on it with a red crayon,

Which the glob leaned over to see.

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Then, after watching me draw more hearts,

The glob drew lots of yellow-green

Squiggles with dots all around,

Just like toddler scribbles I'd seen.

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Soon, Globby and I were drawing together!

I showed how to make circles and lines,

Until I saw a ten foot high purple glob,

Skittering toward us through the pines.

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If anyone finds this paper,

I wrote this poem in red

As the purple glob carried me and Globby

To a large egg-shaped metal shed.

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It's silver, gold, and periwinkle,

Like the best crayons in the box.

I'll throw this paper out on the grass now

Before the shed door locks...