Have You Hugged a Squirrel Today for "Philanthropy Tuesday"?

Nov. 26, 2012 - PRLog -- Right here, right now... straight from his new book titled "Around the Corner and Under the Fridge", author Me Who That's Who is releasing one of his latest poems just in honor of Philanthropy Day!

Come visit his special project at www.kickstarter.com and search the words “Poetry Project for Kids”, and you can be a part of all the action to help fund his very first book for kids. With your donation you can get a signed copy, or if you have bigger means, an original piece of hand-drawn art.

Direct link:

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/596726170/poetry-project-for-kids?ref=live

Late One Night As I Went to the Bathroom

Late one night,

And way before light,

I got up quite drowsily

And stumbled through the dark,

As a neighbor’s dog barked,

To the bathroom to set myself free;

But inside my head

Was this recurring dread

As I nudged the door wearily;

For the bathroom, I knew,

Was for the courageous and few

As I roused from my slumber, just barely.

In the blackest of dark,

My eyes swam like a shark

As a clatter brought inward alarm;

And as I fumbled for the light,

I prepared to take flight

From whatever was about to do harm.

As my ears perked like a deer’s

To my worsening fears,

Again, it ignited my dread,

And as I clicked on the light,

I beheld such a sight

That nevermore shall escape from my head.

To my heart-pounding soul,

Atop the toilet bowl

Stood a squirrel with a toilet bowl brush

Who to its bucky-toothed lips,

After doing three flips,

Raised its finger and beckoned me hush.

As I stood paralyzed,

Enthralled by its eyes,

It winked and then scurried away,

But the bathroom now gleamed

With such immaculate clean—

The likes I have not seen to this day.

But later that night,

And still way before light,

I drowsily went back to bed,

But in distress I awoke,

Shaken up by my folks

Who shrieked with a mortal-type dread.

I stood in their room,

Understanding their doom,

For their bathroom, too, had been cleaned,

And while mother’s eyes twitched,

Father stood there bewitched

By the squirrel they’d obviously seen.

So, I patted their heads

To dispel all their dreads,

For not an ounce of alarm I possessed,

And as the neighbor’s dog barked,

I peered through the dark

Remembering fondly my magical guest.

That morning, we agreed

Not to mention its deed,

As my parents paced nervously ‘round,

For as miraculous as it was,

It could create quite a buzz—

This darned squirrel could take us all down.

So we all shut our yaps,

And laid plenty of traps,

But the squirrel was nevermore seen—

Though our bathroom kept shinin’

Like a glorious diamond,

Especially atop the latrine.

This tale I now tell,

For I’m old and unwell,

And my parents have long passed to the Light,

But their headstones still gleam

As if routinely being cleaned

By that squirrel we saw one strange night.

“Shall it ever return?”

Is a question that burns

Every night as I slumber in bed

Just awaiting that rush

Of its toilet-cleaning brush

And the wink from its bucky-toothed head.

But I’ve learned many things

Beyond toilet bowl rings—

Things greater than money and power;

For I’ve learned that God above

Is immaculate in all His love,

And I learned it from a squirrel that cleans showers.

-Me Who That's Who, Copyright 2012