Sunday, April 28, 2013

A Poem About Food



A poem about food
Spaghetti and meatballs, spaghetti and meatballs
Hmm, maybe with pancakes and waffles
Macaroni and cheese, macaroni and cheese
I’ll have it with John Cleese*, pretty please
Chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup
I’ll eat it while shooting basketballs through a hoop
Cheeseburger and fries, Cheeseburger and fries
After that I’ll gobble up some pies
Peanut butter and jelly, peanut butter and jelly
I will share half of my sandwich with my friend named Kelley
Cookies and milk, Cookies and milk,
At a table I will eat them on a tablecloth made of silk
Peas and a Carrot, Peas and a Carrot,
Please do not make me have these with Brad Garrett**
Cake and frosting, Cake and frosting
Hey, I’ll have it any time, especially with Ryan Gosling***

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Thursday, March 21, 2013

A Very Silly Zoo

A Very Silly Zoo Poem...sort of...thing

At the zoo, the alligators allegedly ate the apricots

Bears brawled with balls of blue polka dots

Cheetahs chased the clowns

Deer danced with dapper men in ball-gowns,

Elephants enjoyed egg salad with a mouse

Flamingos flounced with a frightened louse

Gorillas gallivanted around a large tire swing

Hippos had a spicy cider (it's sparkling)

Iguanas crawled in and out of a makeshift igloo

Jaguars leaped onto a poor unsuspecting kangaroo

Koalas munched on a cereal from Kansas

Leopards leaped over a lonely prncess

Monkeys made a giant marble cake

Nimble lemurs took one nibble and threw the cake into the lake

Oranguatns opened an observatory

Peguins partied at a purple igloo with a polar bear named Rory

Quails quacked and ducks gave a moo

Rabbits made a red cake, which tasted like glue

The tigers tasted the red cake and ate every bite

Umbrellas were weilded by angry baboons, which quickly started a fight

Various vicious voles played a violin

While a walrus warbled along, playing his mandolin

Xylophone playing weasels joined the band

Yaks yelped about the noise (they were not fans)

Zebras agreed, saying the music was too bland

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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Danforth the Duck: A Play


Danforth the Duck: a 10-Minute Play
(Danforth the Duck stands alone, facing the audience to which he addresses)
Danforth: Hi, my name is Danforth the Duck. I always wear a red cap on my head. Why you ask? Well, one, so you can recognize me and two, it’s for good luck. I’ve named it “Fred”. I’d better get going, the play’s about to start. See ya!
Scene 1
Setting: a forest path after a heavy rain.
Action: Danforth the Duck is walking along this forest path, enjoying his after-rain walk. All of a sudden, his foot gets stuck in a big mud puddle, uh-oh!
Danforth: Help! Help! Somebody help! My flipper is stuck in a mud puddle!
(a snake slithers past, but stops when she sees the struggling duck)
Danforth: (spotting the snake): Miss Sally, I’m stuck in the mud, can you please help me out?
Miss Sally (she hisses with every “s” she uses): I’m sssorry, Danforth dear, but as you can sseee, I do not have any armss, therefore, I can’t help pull you out
(the snake slithers away, leaving Danforth alone and dejected)
Danforth (to himself (and the sky): I’ll be stuck here forever!
(along comes a blue owl named Beatrice. She immediately flies over to see what is the matter. By the way, she and Beatrice are best friends)
Danforth: (pleadingly) Beatrice, thank goodness you’re here! My flipper got stuck in the mud, can you help me pull it out?
Beatrice: Of course I can, friend!
(she examines the stuck flipper for a full minute)
Danforth (getting impatient): Will you try and pull the darn flipper out already?
Beatrice: Well, do you want me to help you or not?
Danforth: Yes, I need your help
Beatrice: Then be quiet and let me figure this out
(the owl begins trying to pull the flipper out of the mud with no success)
Beatrice (examining the flipper with a careful eye): Whew, that is some hard work trying to pull your flipper out
(Danforth just nods in agreement while Beatrice starts trying to pull out his flipper again)
(Just as they were about to give up, along came their friend, Ellie the Chicken. The duck and the owl called the chicken over and explained their predicament)
Ellie (after examining the stuck flipper) Hmm, this looks quite easy
Beatrice and Danforth (in unison): Then pull it out!
Ellie (to Danforth): Alright, alright, don’t get your tail feathers in a knot. Beatrice and I are going to use our combined strength to pull you out
Danforth: Sounds good to me
(the chicken goes around behind the duck and wraps her wings around the duck’s middle while Beatrice went around behind Ellie and wrapped her wings around the chicken’s middle. It was quite a funny sight!)
Ellie(calling over her shoulder): Beatrice, I’m going to count to three. When I say three, we both pull as hard as we can, got it?
Beatrice (chirping from behind him): Got it!
Ellie (after clearing her throat and adjusting her grip around the duck’s middle): One, Two….THREE, pull, Beatrice, pull!
(the two pulled with all their might, but the flipper still would not budge. The chicken and the owl have tumbled backwards onto each other)
Ellie (after brushing herself off): Beatrice, Are you alright? I apologize for landing on you
Beatrice: I’m fine and apology accepted!
Danforth: This mud is really sticky. How are we going to get my flipper out?
(the three of them thought for a good ten minutes, but couldn’t come up with anything)
Danforth: Am I going to be stuck here forever?
Ellie: Of course not, your flipper will come out eventually. We just have to figure out a way, that’s all
Beatrice; You know the saying, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way”
Ellie: We have the will, we just have to figure out a way
(the three thought for another few minutes)
Beatrice (getting an idea): hey, Ellie, do you think Bruce the Bear is hibernating?
Ellie: Well, it is spring, so he should be waking up soon. Why?
Beatrice; Maybe Bruce can pull Danforth out. He’s plenty strong, right?
Ellie: Yes, you’re right, but he’s going to be cranky after napping all winter, so we’d better bring him a peace offering. What does he like?
Beatrice: I know he likes berries and there’s a big bush of berries right over there!
Ellie: He also likes honey. You got get the berries, I’ll go scout out some honey. We’ll meet back here with our peace offerings, got it?
(leaving poor Danforth stuck in the mud, Beatrice heads off to the berry bush while Ellie goes off to scout out some honey)
Beatrice (to herself): I hope these aren’t poisonous! Luckily, I’m an Owl Scout, and can identify the safe berries to eat from the poisonous ones
(Beatrice picks up a nearby basket and starts picking the safe berries. She is humming a little tune to herself as she does this)
(While she does this, Ellie is at Mother Bear’s front door. She is the one to go to if you want a jar of honey, she is very generous like that)
Ellie (after Mother Bear opens the front door): Good Afternoon, Mother Bear. Beatrice and I are going to give Bruce a peace offering so that he can pull our friend Danforth out of the mud. Could we perchance have a jar of honey to give to Bruce?
Mother Bear: Of course, dear. As we all know, Bruce loves honey! He is my most loyal customer. I’ll be right back with your jar of honey
(Ellie waits at the open front door while Mother Bear goes inside to get Ellie a jar of honey to offer Bruce)
Mother Bear (once returning): Here you go. It is one of my last jars. I will need to get more. I hope Bruce is able to get Danforth out of the mud
Ellie (accepting the jar of honey); Many thanks, Mother Bear and I hope so too!
(Turning, Ellie makes her way back to the mud puddle where Danforth is still stuck and Beatrice is nearby, filling her basket full of berries. Ellie joins Beatrice at the big berry bush)
Ellie (picking a berry off of the bush and popping it into her mouth): I got the honey from Mother Bear. Are you almost done with picking those berries?
Beatrice : I am almost done
(when the owl finished, the two went back over to Danforth)
Ellie: Danforth, old pal, Beatrice and I will have to leave you for a while. We have to go give Bruce a peace offering so that he’ll be willing to pull you out of the mud. Will you be okay here?
Danforth: Yes, I will be here, just stuck in the mud
Ellie; Good, then we’ll be back
(cue time lapse!)
(Pretty soon, the owl and the chicken arrive at the opening of Bruce the Bear’s cave. To their surprise, they find the bear in his rocking chair beside the cave, rocking back and forth while he plays the banjo)
Bruce: What can I do you for, Miss. Ellie and Miss Beatrice?
Ellie: We thought you’d be cranky after your long winter hibernation
Bruce: Me, cranky after a winter hibernation? (he stops playing the banjo long enough to wave a paw in the air) Naw, that’s just a tale I tell to buy myself some alone time in the days after I wake up from a winter hibernation)
Beatrice: Oh, well, um, we brought you berries and a jar of honey as peace offerings
(Beatrice hands the basket to Bruce while Ellie hands over the jar of honey)
Bruce: Well, I do love peace offerings, especially when they contain my two favorite things in the whole forest; berries and honey! (he sets aside his banjo to accept the peace offerings).
Ellie: we were wondering if you could help us pull Danforth out of a mud puddle
Bruce: Did he get his flipper stuck in that Big Ooey Gooey Mud Puddle?
Ellie: Yes, that’s the one, I think
Bruce: Well then, I’m glad you came to me. I’m the only animal in the forest who can pull a fellow forest critter out of that mud puddle. Before I go with you to help your friend, I have just one question for you
Beatrice: Ask away!
Bruce: Why are you blue? Most owls are brown, black, white, you know, neutral colors
Beatrice: That’s easy, this is a children’s story. I want to be a character that stands out and make the children ask, “Why is that owl blue? Why can she talk?” You know, things like that
Bruce: Alright then, good answer
(cue another time lapse!)
(Bruce, Ellie and Beatrice have returned to the stuck duck)
Bruce: Aw, that’s easy
(With ease, he grabs the duck and pulls him out of the mud puddle with a loud Schlup!)
Danforth (after he is set on the ground): Whew, thanks Bruce, I thought I was going to be stuck there forever!
Bruce: No problem. See you all later!
(the bear turns and lumbers away)
Danforth: I think today, we all learned the lesson of teamwork, helping others and patience!
Beatrice: Yes, I think we did. Now, would you like to come with me and Elliot to get some lunch?
Danforth: Of course, I’m starving!
(The three friends walk on down the path, living happily ever after!
The end

Monday, February 18, 2013

Finding Inspiration To Write a Poem


Finding Inspiration To Write a Poem

a True Event

By Maddie Armstrong


As I sit at a table, stapling packets for a teacher
I stare at the wall, as if waiting for ideas to appear
All day and all night, the phone (the phone on the wall)
Sits waiting for someone to make or answer a call
This phone is tan, but I’ve seen others that are blue or green
What was I doing? Oh yeah, stapling packets, it’s pretty peachy-keen
Am I from the 50s, you ask? No, I just like saying things like that
I stare down at the table, which is large, tan and very flat
The classroom I’m in is very quiet, I’m all alone
Where are the children? Oh, they’re outside playing, I’m inside, staring at the phone
The electric stapler I’m using is loud with every packet I staple
How many trees can I think of? Let’s see, there’s oak, yew and maple
Yes, my mind wanders about when I’m doing a task like this
To me, it’s fun, but to others, it can be tedious
My mind is a very confusing place, you wouldn’t want to visit
There! The packets are done, I wonder where I can get a biscuit?
I told you my mind wanders about, from one topic to another
From colors and shapes to pancakes with butter
I guess I’d better end this here
If I don’t, who knows where my mind will-Oh, look, is that a deer?
The end

Comments are welcomed and appreciated

Danforth the Duck: A Poem

Danforth the Duck: A Poem

by Maddie Armstrong


There once was a duck named Danforth
In his family he was third, not fourth
He always wore a red cap upon his head
For good luck, he named it “Fred”
One rainy day, he got his flipper stuck
In a big puddle of muddy, yucky, muck
He tried and he tried, but he could not pull it out
He called and he called for help, but nobody came about
Danforth asked a passing snake if she could lend a hand,
But she couldn’t help because she had no hand, well isn’t that grand?
Along came a blue owl named Beatrice, who was glad to help
She pulled and pulled at that little orange flipper, but gave up with a yelp
Pretty soon, along came a chicken named Carl, who joined the pulling team
Together, he and the blue owl pulled out that flipper with a “one, two, three!”
And from there on out, a duck, a chicken and a blue owl became friends
Friends ‘till the end!

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