Buckles and Knuckles and Nickels

By Dean T. Hughes

I should clean my attic, but I find it tough.

Who could ever throw away all this lovely stuff? I have—

Buckles and Knuckles and nickels,

Freckles and pickles and tickles;

Buckets and rockets and rackets,

Lockets and pockets and packets;

Boxes of bugs, jillions of jugs,

Rolls of rugs, millions of mugs;

Goggles and gargles and giggles,

Sea gulls and beagles and wiggles;

Just oodles of bottles of noodles,

And puddles and paddles and poodles.

And that’s just the stuff on one side—

Did I mention the slippery slide?

Illustrated by Shauna Mooney