This one is about ants biting your bum.
Another picture in our ongoing poetry project. I drew the picture but my wife took the picture in the background.
Derek and the Gator
Sometimes it can be quite strange
when meeting an alligator on the beach
its hard to know exactly what to say
or what conclusion the meeting will reach
Will the gator attempt to be friends
or are his goals something far more suspect
is the gator putting his hand out to be kind
or is he just getting close so he can bite your neck
All I can say is Derek maybe you should have gone to the mountains instead
You may end up with a new friend or you may end up without your head
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
Lizard Drool
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.