Sullivan can count. (written as told to me by Sullivan.)

"The hardest thing about counting is all the numbers."- Sullivan

I can count all the way to potato.

I know what the color blue tastes like.

I definitely did see a puddy tat and I can spell sumatopoppih backwards,

it spells hippopotamus.

Summertime smells like paste and band aid brand band aids.

Grandpa can only carry a tune in his bucket but it's got a hole in it.

I'm glad Grandma is married to Grandpa 'cause it'd be weird if she was married to some other guy.

And I'm happy that my name is Sullivan 'cause that's what everyone calls me.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

My favourite of the first three, this is clever and funny and just an enjoyable read.

[R. L. Hill]

I love this! I'm not sure why I haven't read your Sullivan poems till now. I feel like I've missed out till this moment. You capture a lot of things in your writing, Raymond, but there is a reality and a love and depth to these about Sullivan that I thoroughly enjoy.

[Hippiedant]

This brought a big smile to my face, very Spike Milligan!
(one little typo: Gradnpa -> Grandpa, and perhaps you mean 'it'd be /it would be weird?) :)

[Raymond Federle]

Thanks, it made me smile to. Yep, those were typos. Thanks again for finding them. I tend to write early in the morning and if I haven't had my coffee....well, you get the picture.