Wednesday, July 2, 2008

With Apologies to Mother Goose

Here is a random assortment of pictures of what Emily has been up to today:

Little miss Emily lost her sheep
And can't tell where to find them
Check in the shelves
(For sheep left to themselves
Are often found inside them).
Little miss Emily asked for some help from me,
Reaching muppets we try to keep high.
She sat on her bum,
And started to drum,
And said, "Da da, D'caow--aaaah-dah!"
Then up she took her mother's book
To climb a little higher,
Crawled onto the couch,
Laid back in a slouch,
And found her sheep beside her!
The sheep, so it seems, had followed its dreams
And joined the W W F
But Miss Em can't be beat
She had to compete,
And taught him the Double-Your-Trouble-Fat-Calf scissor hold pin.
She heard her mom sigh and lifted an eye,
To see if there was cause for alarm.
Then Emily saw
Twas a rose from her pa,
Who was trying, her mother to charm.

6 comments:

Suzie said...

You are so creative. I love your poems. I get all my ideas for my blog for you guys. Good job!

Suzie said...

I meant "from you guys" not "for you guys". Argh. I need to take a shower and wake up before I go around posting comments on the internet....

Nathan said...

I don't know about that, Suzie. I would guess that less than one-third of all comments on the internet are posted by clean and lucid people. :)

Anyway, I agree. That is good literary fun. And I really like the rose.

Amanda said...

I have to give Joseph credit for this one. He was using a pseudonym that was my name.

Joseph said...

That's not quite true. Amanda wrote the post, but then asked me to sauce it up. I changed her prose into verse, but the content is hers.

Suzie said...

I don't even know the difference between prose and verse....