Sunday, April 15, 2012

Poetry Jam: Joetry Pam

For SQUIRT (sustained quiet uninterrupted reading time--they liked the acronym of the otherwise unwieldly phrase), Bud started Shel Silverstein's mixed up poetry in Runny Babbit.  While he and Sis had been perplexed by many of the poems of Where the Sidewalk Ends because they took Silverstein took literally--was Sylvia Stout really covered by garbage?  How did Peggy Ann Mackay break her leg and have chicken pox and still go out to play?  How can you sell your crying, spying sister?--Bud loved the wordplay of Runny Babbit, just as he loves Pig Latin and Ferb Latin and such.  We heard him gigging way after lights out.

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  1. If your parents feel like adding a trans-atlantic trip from the east coast to find old family homes or any other reason there is a bedroom here. The country is beginning to look delightful now.

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