My Sister Jumped Into the Mud
My sister jumped into the mud
While coming home from school.
She saw the puddle in the road
And thought it would be cool.
Our mom said, "Dear, be careful not
To soil your pretty dress,"
So my sister jumped into the mud
And made a filthy mess.
My sister jumped into the mud;
The mud was awful deep.
She grinned real wide and rubbed her hands
And took a running leap.
I'm glad that she was smart enough
To leave her books behind her.
My sister jumped into the mud
And now we just can't find her.
While coming home from school.
She saw the puddle in the road
And thought it would be cool.
Our mom said, "Dear, be careful not
To soil your pretty dress,"
So my sister jumped into the mud
And made a filthy mess.
My sister jumped into the mud;
The mud was awful deep.
She grinned real wide and rubbed her hands
And took a running leap.
I'm glad that she was smart enough
To leave her books behind her.
My sister jumped into the mud
And now we just can't find her.
This poem is copyright (©) Max Gutmann 2025

About the Writer
Max Gutmann
Max Gutmann has contributed to Cricket, Lighten Up Online, Light, The Spectator and lots of magazines with Review in their titles. His plays have been performed throughout the U.S. and elsewhere. His book There Was a Young Girl from Verona sold several copies.