Your Pudding's In My Pocket

 The following poem is the text for an in-progress children's alphabet book.

image: Tina Urso McDaniel 2018

Your pudding’s in my pocket.
The donut’s in the drawer.
Your orange is in the outfield
and we haven’t anymore.
 
The kitten’s in the kettle.
A bear is in the bath.
Our llama’s at the library
to brush up on his math.

Your aunt is in the art show.
The monster’s on the moon.
Your uncle's down in Uruguay,
but he’ll be back real soon.

The cauliflower’s in the cup.
Your noodle’s on the nest.
The skateboard’s in the soda can,
so you can guess the rest.

Your helicopter’s in the hall.
The yo-yo’s in the yurt.
Your van’s in the volcano,
so be careful! Don’t get hurt!

The zebra’s in Zimbabwe.
Your quarter’s in Qatar.
The ferret’s in the flugelhorn,
so please go get the car.

The rooster’s on the radio;
your toilet’s on TV:
the junco’s in the jailyard
and they want to set her free!

The wombat’s in the wigwam.
The igloo’s on the ice;
Eugene the eggplant lives there
and he says its very nice.

But somewhere outside Xi’an,
they’re feeling very vexed --
the xenomorphic T-rex roars,
“YOU ALMOST FORGOT ‘X’!”