Mr. R.’s World of Math


don't ever try this....

strollers with babies
Wouldn’t it be cool,
If just for a day,
Baby strollers had engines,
That would let babies play?
kid racing a car
The babies would line up,
For the great stroller race,
My baby brother’s does 80,
Can your sister’s keep pace?
From around the whole world,
Babies come to compete,
Representing all countries,
And cities complete…

With cute little helmets,
On cute little heads,
Flags from their lands,
Tied to cute little beds…
Babies tucked in,
Ready to go
Get ready get set,
This will be quite a show!
starter flags
Around the first turn,
My brother does lead,
The other babies pit-stop,
For an afternoon feed…
But my brother keeps going,
Wheels spinning with ease…
He yawns a big yawn,
He’ll win this with ease…
But look-out, ­ here’s a stroller,
From the way, way, way back,
A stroller from Europe,
Pulls ahead of the pack…
My bro’ revs his engine,
And lets out a scream,
“Nobody can beat me in MY racing machine!”
He floors his gas pedal,
And handles a curve,
And leaves other babies,
In the place they deserve…
He gets a big trophy,
For getting first place,
My brother’s stroller and I,
Have won one more race…
When my brother and I,
Return to our home,
“How was the walk?” asks dad,
“Fine,” I say with a groan…
“Boring as usual dad,”
As I make my bored face,
All the while thinkin’ about,
Next week’s big race..

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