In honor of the birthday of Dr. Seuss, here is a slice of my day:
Sarah at the breakfast table holding a clementine on a skewer proclaimed,
“I’ve got a truffula tree.
At that point, I knew that child was not that far removed from me.
We’re quirky girls,
heads full of curls.
When mad, we can get high and mighty,
when doing tasks, we act a little flighty.
I entertained middle schoolers with rhyme today,
had fun with the word play.
Once I started, I cut loose–
some of them may have been looking for a noose.
I wish I could recount my witty rhymes,
but now I’m out of lines.
I’ve got nothing to say,
And this writing is going every-which-way.
On day 2 of blogging,
my thoughts are already clogging
Nothing of substance to write,
so now I say goodnight.
Just for Fun from The Princess Bride
Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can fuss.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss… I think he like to scream at us.
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no harm.
Fezzik: He’s really very short on charm.
Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?