The bump in the rug

This is a poem sent to us by Aline and written by her mother, Anne-Marie. Bertie really liked it, and wants to share it with you.

I walked into the living room And much to my surprise There’s a bump in the rug Oh my, Oh my!

It is rolling and wriggling and moves from Side to side Oh what could it be? I think I’ll run and hide.

But no, I must be brave I will not run away This bump in the rug will not chase me away

I go get a broom To poke it just to see The bump lets out a gurgle Then moves towards me

The bump has reached my feet I am frozen in one place Suddenly I can feel something tugging on my shoelace.

I crouch down very quietly To have a little peek I finally have the courage to go ahead and speak.

“Are you a monster?”

The bump does not answer

But grows bigger and bigger Until al last……………

POPS OUT MY LITTLE SISTER!

We laugh and we giggle And both crawl under and hide Suddenly we hear footsteps And mom lets out a cry.

There’s a bump in my rug! Oh my, Oh my!