Saturday, January 21, 2012

Two Little Trolls

Two little trolls named Allie and Sloane
Two little trolls who will not let alone.

Two little trolls, devious and mischievous
Breaking and dumping, and completely oblivious
Causing stress and messing messes quite grievous.

Two little trolls reeking havoc in halls, in kitchens, on rugs, on couches and chairs.
We clean up each mess as we pull out our hair.

So pray for us, we’re slow, we’re tired and our heads are a spinning
And lets hope it’s a phase end, and not a phase beginning.

Two little trolls, grab a quick bite to eat.
I am sure the huge mess, was never their intent,
We’re just glad they didn’t add a bit of two percent.

 Two little trolls playing with knives
Sharpened edges, risking their lives,
But the mischief survives
And the mischief still thrives
But these sorts of things usually happen in fives.

 Two little trolls, now onto the pasta
Oodles of noodles from egg to spaghetti, rigatoni, fettuccini and even macaroni
What ever should we do with troll Alley and troll Sloaney!
And lets not forget, the onions the garlic and popcorn,
Scattered with bites and peels all forlorn. 
Can’t a mom, just get a small break,
and have two little trolls that aren’t such a headache?

 Two little trolls, with a craving for bread,
The loaf gave quite a fight, but ended up dead
Destroyed and demolished, what to do next?
why face painting Sloane’s face, with green, blue and red.
What is a day for a troll without a few good books,
But of course not for reading, nor looking nor chattering.
But for spreading, and shredding, and skittering and scattering.

 And go ahead, load up your truck with our chocolate chips,
I know your addicted trolls, but now we have zero!

Oh two little trolls, what did you do now?
This mess, well this mess is a real moon jumping cow.
Seriously!!  Cream of wheat all over the place!
We vaccum and vaccum, and dump case after case. 
We had to wash the entire couch and the chair.
Now don’t you give me that glare!

 And of course Christmas, it doesn’t come with its share
Of destruction and mayhem, we are quite aware,
But tipping over a tree was quite an assault,
But at this point baby, it’s your own darn fault.

Two little trolls, keeping are hands full to the brim
Sometimes you wonder, when will we ever win?
They are cute as a button, with personality that shines.
We guess we can take the mayhem, the messes and whines.
We will survive, we’ll move on, and we will make-do.
I just wonder
What comes next?
Ohhh, just a little baby doll voodoo.



Hailey said...

Best post ever. The doll? I died. That girl is going to be a sick artist some day. She's just experimenting with mediums...

Tiffany said...

I love the two little trolls! Maybe we could find a baby troll boot camp to send them to, so you get a break. :) I love the documentation of the day in the life of the two trolls. Most of those pictures came in one day! I do understand why Rachel can't answer her phone very often. I'm sure it is just a phase(tha may last a lifetime). Love you guys so very much!

Faith said...

Wow. Just, wow. You have my sympathies and my admiration. On a somewhat related note, I love how you've decorated your house!

Scott Harris said...

Very nice poetry. You should get an award for being a good mom and fantastic poet.

I think you should also get an award for all of the grandmas and moms without little kids anymore who tell you to enjoy this because it goes so quickly. Really? Isn't that what you are hoping for?

Travis and Rachel said...

This was all Travis's doing. I am still working on, is this really funny. This happened in just a couple days. We lost a lot of our food that week. It was just so many messes in such a short period of time. I had to take some pics so Travis wouldn't think I made it up. The cream of wheat was my breaking point. My heart still sinks at the pics of that. That is really messy stuff!!!! but I had already cleaned up so much that day.