The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the goldfish.
I am miserably behind on comments, once again. My apologies. I will try to start catching up tomorrow.
Trip to Penticton today went pretty smoothly. My cold seems to be slowly but surely dissipating, so that's a relief.
Max has been invited to a birthday party at the bowling alley tomorrow afternoon, which is pretty exciting. One of the boys from StrongStart is turning three so it should be a good time. We picked up a book for him that I'm fairly confident he'll like.
Yes, that expectation is based almost solely on the fact that I liked it. That changes nothing.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to being a participant of a party at the alley, rather than dealing with hosting it. Max has no idea what's going on, but I imagine he'll have a blast. Right up until nap time hits and then anything can happen.
Mine:
One fish, two fish, three fish, four -
I keep wanting more, more, more!
Please, throw them all in my cup -
These goldfish don't fill me up!
2 comments:
Glad to hear that you're feeling better and that the shopping trip wasn't horrible! And it should be fun for you, seeing your colleagues running around doing all the work while you get to enjoy the party properly. Try not to give in to the temptation to help out a little since you're there :)
Heh, I like your poem, it's almost a nursery rhyme! I think your last line might be missing a syllable to get the sing-a-long nature of a nursery rhyme right though.
The goldfish
They called him Jimmy the Goldfish,
His memory span was short.
He was thrown in the sea by Mad Frankie,
And hunted down for sport.
Greg - yeah, about that temptation thing...
Oh well, I kind of saw it coming at least, what with the person scheduled to work having only just started her training.
I think you're right about that final line. I vaguely recall struggling quite a bit with the final two lines.
Hmm, that is a grim fate. But if Mad Frankie was responsible for it I'm sure it was well deserved!
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