My little girl doesn’t want me to read
the story by the avant-garde New York artist.

My little girl doesn’t want me to read
the moral tale based on a Buddhist legend.

My little girl doesn’t want me to read
the nostalgic nineteen-fifties pastiche.

My little girl doesn’t want me to read
the whimsical post-modern nursery rhymes.

My little girl doesn’t want me to read
the reprint of the book I loved at her age.

My little girl doesn’t want me to read
the eco-parable on recycled cardboard.

All my little girl wants me to read
is the book about counting from one to ten.





Poet. Author. Beard. Husband. Dad. Four chickens. Dog. Cat. I can sometimes fix my lawnmower.

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11 comments on “Again!
  1. bol says:

    Love it fordy………… little boys do the same thing!!! Priceless. Hope your well mate and enjoying the art of living?

    • Adam Ford says:

      Ah, the where the wild things are movie. Now THERE’s a rant for another day.

      Has the Stuff White People Like guy ever done an entry on “Stuff White People Like”? Because white people really seem to like his blog.

  2. TT.O. says:

    smart girl!

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  5. mingimper says:

    She’s doing well. Only got as far as 7 myself

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