Meister Twinkle, Eardrum Engineer

We arrived home safely from our flight to Germany! Matty slept right through takeoff and landing, so did not have any problems with he sudden changes in air pressure. Unfortunately for the parents in the row in front of us, some babies were not quite as lucky. Here's a little poem I wrote following our flight. Enjoy. And Happy New Year!

Meister Twinkle, Eardrum Engineer

by Becca Brown

A man named Meister Twinkle works
Inside my inner ear.

He took the job when I was born
As eardrum engineer.

He opens up a special tube,
And ear air circulates.
He can’t take any breaks because
An ear ache emanates.

Twinkle is reliable,
But awfully scared of heights.
On plane trips he prefers to doze
And dream throughout the flights!

So this is why my ears hurt when
We fly - it’s rather steep.
My ear tube doesn’t open up
‘Cause guess-who’s fast asleep!

Zoo!

I attended my critique group and received very good feedback on my poem Zoo. I really like this critique group - they are quite helpful. I likewise spend time on my critique of their works; mostly they write short stories or chapters or novels, which are fun to read. Here's the next material revision of my original poem, Zoo.

I LOVE this version and am working with Marisol Brown on the illustrations.

Matty and Mommy

Zoo

by Becca Brown

I’m two and a half
and I love the zoo
I’ve been to five zoos
that’s a lot, how about you?

I see new animals
each time that I go
Today I say “Roar”
to the lion, you know

I call “Rawer" to the tiger
as she walks ‘round and ‘round
Her baby cubs wrestle
around on the ground

Mama elephant I see
has a cute baby calf
Together they play
with their trunks and I laugh

I try to crawl over
the wooden blockade
to touch the giraffe
as he runs to the shade

Twin cotton-top tamarins
play tag in the tree
At home my big my sister
chases me - “weee”!

The Flamingo flock dances
in a pink flowy pack
I say “MOMMY, FLAMINGO!”
they honk to me back

The Camel is steadfast
she just will not budge
from behind baby calf
gives her mama a nudge

The butterflies flutter
with colors so bright
I reach out to touch one
up high in the light

I do love the zoo
I don’t want to go
I guess I have to
I’m tired, you know

What is your favorite animal at the zoo?

A Toddler’s Night

This poem was inspired by the many nights I listen to Matty chatter to himself after I put him to bed - then all of the sudden it's quiet in his room. Fun routine. Enjoy.

A Toddler’s Night

by Becca Brown

Nighttime is here but I’m not tired!

Wearing my PJ’s but I’m still wired!

I sit in my crib; I make a loud sigh.

I start to pretend to pass the time by.

Charles, I say, to my friend teddy bear,

How was your day? And how did you fair?

Let’s sing together in sync harmony

‘bout twinkling stars or the ABCs!

Tossing my pillow with might on the floor.

Banging my crib with a book of folklore!

Drowsiness captures and sweeps me away.
Wake up real early, get mommy to play!