CJ, I adore this! What a fabulous gift you posses! Are those your own beautiful grandchildren?
I used to turn the oatmeal box into a drum,too! And tie bright ribbon through it, so my grandson could sling it over his shoulder and play it! His hat was an upside-down cool whip container, with feathers taped onto it! His brother played "the comb" with wax paper, and
wore a cowboy hat - he was the parade marshall! And they marched through the house making a joyful noise! Oh the fun and laughter...
Thank you for the memory! You always make me want to dig out my photo albums!
Reminds me very much of the make do skiffle bands we made up when we were kids. They were just as you describe in this jaunty piece but less the, er 'burping' sound with the armpit. Funny thing about that point, when I was 10 years old and very much into lavatorial humour as boys inparticular were wont to be, I thought I could impress a girl I fancied with my armpit prowess. Needless to say, she missed the golden opportunity.
Dear CJ, this is a total delight! It would be an honour (and FUN, FUN, FUN!!!) to join this highly talented band. Maybe I could do a good job playing a jam jar xylophone! :0)
Thank you for this marvelous invitation, I can't think of a better way to enter a new day!
Love,
Alexandra*
delightful poem ... you have a gift for seeing the world through a child's eyes and expressing it in a jolly, playful and entertaining poetic fanfare ...
Earlier, Bill wrote a ditty about the importance of a poem's title. Well, how can you not read about 'the oatmeal armpit band', how? Well, other than the fact that the poet's name is CJ Heck, the master of children's poems.
loveya
Rusty
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I used to turn the oatmeal box into a drum,too! And tie bright ribbon through it, so my grandson could sling it over his shoulder and play it! His hat was an upside-down cool whip container, with feathers taped onto it! His brother played "the comb" with wax paper, and
wore a cowboy hat - he was the parade marshall! And they marched through the house making a joyful noise! Oh the fun and laughter...
Thank you for the memory! You always make me want to dig out my photo albums!
Love&Warm hugs, Rhonda
Thank you for this marvelous invitation, I can't think of a better way to enter a new day!
Love,
Alexandra*
Just need the right melody...kinda funcky sound to go with it!!
love Tinka
Fun fun fun, I'll play on the cookie tin...
God Bless
Love, Lena
Brett
Do they need a Conga player? Smiles to you CJ!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy
Light & peace,
Joselyn
loveya
Rusty
Susan