"Melancholy night before a hopeless dawn. The sun is rising soon, but all my joy is gone." "Mean little blonde, you throw stones and sticks. But what would you know? You're only six." "The end is near, give up all hope." "Warm eyes and anchor tattoo, blends his food, no need to chew, orange suspenders, he's got style, he'll lift your soul with just a smile." "Dreams burnt to ash, hope tangled like laces, till love swept in, with puns and funny faces. Where my path will lead, I can't be sure, but if ever I'm lost, I'll look up to her."
"Appetizers have been vanquished, the meal has come to pass, dessert is on the horizon, yet this space remains so vast. Where once sat a warm body, now there is only cold wood, all that remains is a lock of blonde hair, a reminder of what was once good."
"Melancholy night before a hopeless dawn. The sun is rising soon and you're the greatest mom."
Lucy Loud's Family Poems
"Man with a plan. Hair like a ghost. Inseparable from Clyde like butter and toast. Together, their missions often get foiled, But through each hurdle, they persist and toil. Still, his favourite activity, Mondays through Sundays, Is reading comics alone in his undies. Lincoln."
"She'd rather carry a tune than carry a coffin, And speaks in song lyrics every so often. My sister Luna, a musical muse, Who jams any genre: pop, rock, or blues. I prefer rocking by digging a grave, But when it's showtime, Luna dives for the stage. If I had to share my favourite moment, It was the time we teamed up and we sure owned it. Luna. "
"Lighting-fast texter, glued to her phone. It all costs Lori no signal zones. Her boo-boo bear Bobby; he loves to see her, Except when he's stuck in the Mercado freezer."
"Pondering, wandering, lost in thought. Runway walks down every hall. She's there for you unless at the mall. Leni."
"Punchlines, pies to the face. Funny means business in this sister's case. Constant puns, a single wheel. Watch out for that banana peel! Luan. "
"Nimble dribble. Sideline kick. Meatball sub. Hockey stick. Lynn."
"Science on the brain, but our family objects. We're your siblings, not test subjects! The concoctions she creates, those loud booms and bangs, Her indoor explosions always wake up Fangs. Lisa.
"Princess flash. Winning sash. Long pink gown. Toothless smile. Pageant style. Winning crown. Her tea parties are the nicest of nice, But if you plan to cross her, you'd better think twice. Lola."
"Dog bowl empty, her tummy full. If you ask her why, she'll give you a mouthful. Lover of the plunger. Expert engine fixer. Her friends are the messy, mud her elixir. Lana."
"One big tooth. Tuft of hair. A heavy-duty diaper is all she wears. Learning to speak. Not yet in school. When it's nap time, waterfall drool."