Incoherent

I'm re-posting this poem because:

a) I do have a terrible code.
b) I am too foggy to create coherent sentences.
c) I'm too tired to even post photos.

I hope you don't hab a terrible code.

Code
by Carol Diggory Shields

I dibbin go to school today,
Bom looked at be and said, “No way.”
Wend back to bed and here I’ll stay,
‘Cause I hab a terrible code.

By throad is sore, by eyes are bink,
By node dribs like a leaky sink,
By head’s so stuffed it hurds to think.
I hab a terrible code.

This is one of my favorite poems.
I may tell you that about a lot of poems in the future.
It will always be true.
I have a lot of favorite poems.
Most of them are written for children.
Most of them I taught to my kiddos back when I was teaching public ed.
Poetry was an ingrained part of our lives at school.
Poetry will magically make a group of 20+ racus seven year olds suddenly sit perfectly still to listen.
Poetry is a salve to my soul.
Especially this poem.
Especially today.
'Cause I hab a terrible code.

Spring . . .

has sprung.

A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us

pleasure in the

flowers today;

And give us not

to think so far away,

As the uncertain harvest;

keep us here,

All simply in the

springing of the year.

~Robert Frost

PANCAKE?

Who wants a pancake,
Sweet and piping hot?
Good little Grace looks up and says,
"I'll take the one on top."
Who else wants a pancake,
Fresh off the griddle?
Terrible Theresa smiles and says,
"I'll take the one in the middle."
~Shel Silverstein

Whole Wheat, Banana, Chocolate Chip Pancakes

I'm re-posting this for Works for Me Wednesday over at Rocks In My Dryer--head on over for more great tips!

YUM! These are so delicious (and really quite healthy) that they don't even need syrup!

Here's what you need:

1/2 c. whole wheat flour (I like King Arthur--it is ground super fine)
1 t. baking powder
healthy pinch of salt

1/2 c. milk
1 egg
1/3 frozen, then thawed banana
1 1/2 t. honey
1 1/2 t. oil

mini chocolate chips

1. Mix flour, baking powder and salt in a medium sized bowl.
2. Measure 1/2 c. milk in a glass measuring cup.
3. Add the egg, oil and the thawed banana to the milk.
4. Using a fork, mix the egg, banana & oil; pour into dry ingredients.
5. Mix the wet into the dry until just combined.
6. Add the honey to the batter, stir.
7. Ladle batter onto hot, greased griddle.
8. Sprinkle 1 t. mini chocolate chips onto top of pancake.
9. Cook 1-2 minutes, until bubbles form on top.
10. Flip each pancake and cook for another 30 seconds to 1 minute, or until second side is golden.
11. Butter each pancake as it comes off the griddle.

Serves two, but is quite easy to double, triple or even quadruple! (Even for a non-mathematician like me!)

ICKLE ME, PICKLE ME, TICKLE ME TOO

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Went for a ride in a flying shoe.
"Hooray!"
"What fun!"
"It's time we flew!"
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew
And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher
And higher
And higher they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Over the sun and beyond the blue.
"Hold on!"
"Stay in !"
"I hope we do!"
Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Never returned to the world they knew,
And nobody Knows what's
Happened to
Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

~Shel Silverstein

Can you figure out who's who in our family? Hint: I'm not the captain, and Pickle's the crew . . .

Sarah Small

by Jack Prelutsky

In her garden, Sarah Small
grows galoshes, short and tall.

Shirts of yellow, hats of red
beautify her flower bed.

Near pajamas, row on row,
multicolored sweaters grow.

Neckties flutter in the breeze
underneath the mitten trees.

Shoes of every shape and size
blossom right before her eyes.

Stocking vines adorn the wall,
planted there by Sarah Small.

THERE WAS A TINY BAKER

There was a tiny baker

who had a tiny shop,

he baked a tiny cookie

with frosting on the top.

He snatched it from the oven

and ate that cookie up,

then washed it down with sarsaparilla

from a tiny cup.

by Jack Prelutsky

OK, so I'm not baking today. But I am trying out at least one new whole wheat tortilla recipe. I'll let you know how it goes . . .

Update:

THEY TURNED OUT BEAUTIFULLY!

Yummy recipe to follow . . . maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

Mushrooms Are Umbrellas

Mushrooms are umbrellas
for
ladybugs
and
their
fellas.

Arnold Spilka

I spent the day working out in the yard. Upon coming in, I felt the need to read some garden inspired poetry. This was the one that stuck with me. I wish I knew the age of the author.

Code by Carol Diggory Shields

I dibbin go to school today,
Bom looked at be and said, “No way.”
Wend back to bed and here I’ll stay,
‘Cause I hab a terrible code.

By throad is sore, by eyes are bink,
By node dribs like a leaky sink,
By head’s so stuffed it hurds to think.
I hab a terrible code.

This is one of my favorite poems.
I may tell you that about a lot of poems in the future.
It will always be true.
I have a lot of favorite poems.
Most of them are written for children.
Most of them I taught to my kiddos back when I was teaching public ed.
Poetry was an ingrained part of our lives at school.
Poetry will magically make a group of 20+ racus seven year olds suddenly sit perfectly still to listen.
Poetry is a salve to my soul.
Especially this poem.
Especially today.
'Cause I hab a terrible code.