Ode to a Paper Towel

Ode to a Paper Towel


A purple stain lay on the floor
where a deadly battle was before.

My paper towel is no more
for in the battle, the poor guy tore.

The raging war went for an hour
and he used such absorbent power.

The grape juice won, and the puddle’s girth
was so big, it caused much mirth.

And so this poem’s moral is
never mix grape juice with root beer fizz.


by Nathan Christensen, age 11

About Emily

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.


Ode to a Paper Towel — 1 Comment

  1. This is brilliant! I feel it should be recited out loud where many can hear it. :)