Wigasaurus Rex
Some dinosaurs don’t go for sharp teeth
Some dinosaurs don’t care about terrifying roars
Some dinosaurs aren’t into hunting
Some dinosaurs think that fighting is a bore
There is a certain kind of dinosaur that worries about going bald
There is a certain kind of dinosaur that thinks hip fashion is the best
There is a certain kind of dinosaur that worries about how he looks
That certain kind of dinsosaur is the Wigasaurus Rex
The Grouchy Postman
It’s the mail you see, it never stops
everyday I go to work there’s more and more
it fills my mail truck to the top
delivering so much mail makes my back sore and sore
I wish just for once I’d get a break
you know aside from National Holidays
maybe a vacation is what I should take
then I wouldn’t work in such a grouchy way
Have a seat in this chair,
with the head of a bear.
A wolf’s head’s there too,
Too scary for you?
Lizard Drool
So we’re going to start posting some pictures that tell a little story with a poem. Let us know what you think. The best ones are going to end up in a book (the book will definitely have a better title than Picklesoda Poetry Project). And of course it is understood at Picklesoda that all poems rhyme (we are very close minded that way unless you don’t think we should be). So here’s the first one.
Elephant’s love chocolate
This elephant with the sinister look on her face
is not contemplating robbery or cheating in a race
no her thoughts are less sinister by far
she just doesn’t want to share her candy bar
Sometimes Dr. Seuss makes me question my sanity. This week the girls have read One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish several times and can’t get enough of it. I assumed the book would involve counting, colors and fish. I was clearly mistaken. Dr. Seuss took me for a wild ride that makes even this video seem to make sense. As always the girls share their thoughts below.
Else (she’s learning to roll over, kind of like a puppy)
Someone needs to sit the Nook down and teach him how to read.
Mabel (she’s into wearing jean shorts now)
If I had Ish’s wish dish I probably wouldn’t just wish for fish. Ish really needs to take advantage of the wish dish and get something cooler like jean shorts.
Honeybear (she’s good on her tummy)
So in the book Ned has a difficult time with the size of his bed. Either his head is sticking out or his feet are sticking out. Despite my small size I fully understand this issue. Just today I woke up with legs sticking out of my crib. What’s that all about? Anyway I think what Dr. Seuss has done here is reworked James Joyce’s Ulysses in such a way that it is not only accessible but enjoyable. The same detailed stream of consciousness writing is happening here. From one page to the next I can’t say that there is a cohesive story. On one page two guys are talking on a broken phone and then the next one features children finding a “Clark” somewhere. Yet somehow it sticks together and I found myself going back to it again and again throughout the last week. The main difference between the two works is that one is a highly enjoyable work of children’s literature and the other is an incomprehensible 700 page book. What I’d suggest is on June 16th rather than celebrate Bloomsday just read One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.
One thing I love about the internet is that it gives you the chance to meet so many talented people all over the world. One of these talented people happens to be a friend of Pickle Soda who is trying to raise funds on Kickstarter to fund her first EP of brand new, all original music. She is so close to reaching her goal!
So, if you like new music and want to support independent artists (like Pickle Soda) click on the link and check out Riot Upstairs.
The Pickle Soda triplets have continued their weekly trips to the library. They’ve become fans of Mo Willems, Dr. Seus, and of course Peggy Rathman. This week we’ve returned to the joy of Sandra Boynton. Blue Hat, Green Hat. The elephant, bear and moose know how to get dressed but the turkey never really gets it. In our house we always say, “What a turkey!” everytime the turkey messes up.
Elsie Sunshine (she has a chin, it’s just very small)
That turkey just can’t get dressed. Everybody knows that you put the shirt on over your head and then fasten the buttons under your bum. That way the shirt stays in place and helps keep your diaper secure. What a turkey.
Mabel (she’s a tiger)
From what I understand shoes are meant to just be immediately kicked off your feet not put on your head. What a turkey.
Honeybear (pronounced “Juniper”)
The turkey clearly isn’t the brightest animal out there but should we really find humor in the turkey’s foolishness. Is it appropriate to laugh at someone for being unintelligent? It’s like watching those American Idol try-outs just to laugh at the worst ones. Of course we all enjoyed William Hung but should we have? Finally why do we have to consider the turkey to be foolish for not knowing how to put on pants. Turkeys don’t wear pants. I wear pants and have no idea how to put them on. Should I be laughed at? Honestly I don’t know because when that turkey dives into a pool full of water with all her clothes on it is hilarious and I can’t help but to laugh. What a turkey.
Answer: A goblin
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