This one is about ants biting your bum.
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The Wise Worm
The early bird is supposed to get the worm, so worms usually sleep in
Around 11 or 12 a worm might poke out his head, then go back in the dirt again
Really it is late afternoon when the wise worm starts his day
He looks up in the sky and thinks, “No birds so I’m okay.”
The rest of the afternoon is spent eating dirt or digging through a garden
Then the worm checks his watch for when his favorite TV show will begin
The wise worm stays up watching TV until really late into the night
because he cannot get up early, staying up late is alright
So if you want to be like the wise worm stay up late and watch TV
But who wants to be like a worm (even a wise one)? Certainly not me
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
If wishes were fishes I’d catch at least three
I might give away one but I’d save two for me
The wishes I’d make wouldn’t have to be important wishes
Because I could just go back to the beach and catch more fishes
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
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.
This week the Pickle Soda Triplets wanted to focus on one book that they all collectively enjoyed and post seperate thoughts. Naturally the girls all love Dr. Seuss and naturally that leads to a love of the Butter Battle Book. The Butter Battle Book has two groups of people. One that butters on the top of the bread and another that butter on the bottom. This of course leads to huge conflict that escalates from slingshots to something far more terrible. The triplets share their considerable thoughts below.
Else’s Thoughts (she’s just over 2 months old)
I wonder if the blue goo they were going to spew everywhere is like when Mabel spewed her breast milk all over Daddy’s tie the other day?
Mabel’s Thoughts (she’s also just over 2 months old – they were born 2 minutes apart)
When I eat bread I’m going to butter it on the bottom. What is butter anyway?
Honeybear’s Insights (her real name isn’t honeybear)
Is this book a comment on Russian American relations through the cold war? If so the Americans are probably the ones that eat the butter on the right side up and the Soviets on the bottom. Also, anyone that has a problem with the cliffhanger ending is missing the point. We don’t always need a resolution sometimes the last thing on earth that we need is a resolution. I mean read the Crying of Lot 49 for crying out loud. Nothing was resolved and I’m grateful for it.
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