Wannabe Farms

I'm writing tonight,
though not much in prose.

I'm not much a poet,

as everyone knows.

I went to the store

and found a new book.

It seemed rather funny, 

so I took a look.

The book was of animals

who lived on a farm.

They had great aspirations,

but meant no one harm.

The animals, you see,

they had great big dreams.

To live more like humans

would be great, so it seems.

They tried to achieve

but it always went wrong.

They were just regular animals,

it did not take long.

But what they did find

at the end of the day.

Was a great sense of calm;

and they went on their way,

Such is the synopsis of a book I found randomly in a bargain bin at the local supermarket: "Wannabe Farms" by Brian McCann. A nice little hardbound book telling stories of animals with wild dreams of being more like humans. And of course, it went wrong. And yet, they found peace and tranquility at the end of the day and found peace in their own way. Kind of a nice narrative on chasing dreams and finding something good at the end of the road, even if it wasn't what you expected when you started. 

I suppose it would be most correctly characterized as a humor book, yet it also works well as a children's book. I've been reading a chapter each night to Connor.

The thing that sold me on it? A little blurb from a review on the front cover: "...comedy that a seven-year-old and a middle aged man will both find hilarious." Well, that describes us to a tee. Not that age in itself should be the best criteria for appreciating a book. But it is pretty good, actually, and for $5 I really can't complain. 

Tonight's chapter: "The Day the Sheep Wanted to Become Barbers (It's Literally Impossible, By the Way, So It Was a Huge Mess!)" Tomorrow's will be: "The Day the Horses Decided  They Could Make the Farm More Successful (Did You Guess Total Disaster? You're Right!)"

I can't wait for bed time tomorrow!