Brenda Bryant
THE WEEKEND IN BLACK AND WHITE
THE GRINDLY WITCH!
The grindly witch sat in the slarve,
Scrawning her splintly schemes,
She cordled her fload
Like a randled poad
And stirred the smilty plemes.
'Oh grindly witch' I grozzled then
'How can you pleft alone?'
Said she 'I'm doomed
To be befloomed
For the Trant turned me into stone!'
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YOU TAKE THE CAKE!
Mother! Why do you bother
To make me birthday cakes?
I know how well you plan them,
How long the cooking takes!
A simple bowl of icing
Would have pleased me just as much.
I could splosh it, squeeze it, splatter it,
Thrill to it's plodgy touch!
I could smear it on my fingers
And rub it on my toes,
I could paint my high chair with it
And stick it up my nose!
I could throw it at my Daddy,
I could drop it on the floor,
I could rub it in the kitten's fur
And, oh, a great deal more!
You've spent hours in the kitchen
'Cos you think that I'm the best,
But just give me the icing.
You can eat the rest!
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6 comments:
Two very clever poems! Enjoyed them both.
Like the text and she don´t look so mean the witch. Have a nice weekend.
It looks such a pleasant and sunny place. Much too nice for dooming.
I so love the witchly dialogue......I want to learn that language!!!!! Loved it! And the icing poem is really clever too.
My, would I love to have had you in my 6th grade English class. Your poems are great and the picture is so interesting and captivating. I think I would make up a story about her myself Great Job.
Genie
Making-up new words is always a fascinating pastime. After all, all words were ne once.
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