Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, March 24, 2011

For Your Enjoyment a cautionary tale

Rebecca
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably



A trick that everyone abhors
In little girls is slamming doors.
A wealthy banker's little daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this furious sport.

She would deliberately go
And slam the door like billy-o!
To make her uncle Jacob start.
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild;
She was an aggravating child...

It happened that a marble bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the door this little lamb
Had carefully prepared to slam,
And down it came! It knocked her flat!
It laid her out! She looked like that.



Her funeral sermon (which was long
And followed by a sacred song)
Mentioned her virtues, it is true,
But dwelt upon her vices too,
And showed the deadful end of one
Who goes and slams the door for fun.

The children who were brought to hear
The awful tale from far and near
Were much impressed, and inly swore
They never more would slam the door,

-- As often they had done before.







 




Monday, March 21, 2011

Memory Monday

What memory work are we working on this week? 

Poetry--Rebecca, Who Slammed Doors for Fun and Perished Miserably

Science--When the speed of a moving fluid increases pressure in the fluid decreases, and vice versa--David Bernoulli

Life Science---The Circulatory System carries food, oxygen, and cell waste throughout your entire body.
The Circulatory System consist of the heart, blood vessels, and blood. 
The Circulatory System is two systems in one--the pulmonary and systemic systems.

General Knowledge--Capitals of the Mid-Atlantic States

History--324 Constantine I become emperor
330 Constantinople becomes capital of Roman Empire
395  Empire splits in half
476--Western Roman Empire Ends
527--Justian I becomes emperor of Byzantine Empire

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Little Man Who Wasn't There by Hughes Mearns

As I was going up the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there;
He wasn't there again today!
I wish, I wish, he'd stay away.

After reading this poem, E-R matter-of-factly declared, "I think Hughes Mearns is crazy."

I believe she's correct.