Family Poetry Night

We have Family Home Evening at my parents' house every first Sunday. My sister, Becky and her family come too, and any other relatives that happen to be in town. Last night my mom presented family poetry, written by ancestors and sisters of ancestors. She also shared some of my poetry from 20-odd years ago. Then, we had the assignment to come up with a poem as a family. Here's ours. Only the first line is accurate--just for the record:

Dupaix Pets

The house of Dupaix is full of pets
With dogs and cats and a bird,
Ducks, a giraffe, an elephant too,
And a hippopotamus herd.

In the kitchen lives a very fine goat
Who eats up all the trash.
And, in the bathtub up the stairs
A dolphin and trout make a splash.

Polar bears, penguins a whale and a seal
Are at home in the freezer out back.
In the yard, lions, tigers and bears
And horses circle the track.

Oh, how can we live in such a place?
Where do we sleep at night
While the owls, bats and other fowl things
Think that is the best time for flight?

We ran out of time, but the kids wanted some kind of ending that indicated we live in a zoo (!).

Today my mom gave me a poem Dad tore out of the local newspaper. It's really cute. It's by Shel Silverstein.

Snowball
I made myself a snowball as perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas and a pillow for its head.
Then, last night it ran away.
But first--it wet the bed.