What to Write?

Day 22: It was a funny Tuesday. Especially since I realised that the blog URL has a double ad in it. Talk about egg on my face on a forum, but eggs are not what we are going to write about. Actually I am not sure what we are going to write about, so instead, we are going to write about what to write.

Not sure that really makes any sense, but here we go......

What to Write?

I racked my brains with all my might,

I simply didn't know what to write.

We'd written about cats, mummies and cheese

And even sausages, pie and peas.

I'll go outside and fly a kite.

I suppose, you could say that we have written about a kite.

Mummies

Day 9: Ha! I got my way. We are writing a rhyme about Egyptian mummies. Or rather I ended up writing most of this, as today was one of those days filled with no spare moments. 

I wanted to write about his brain making his nose runny - well the embalmers would pull the brain out though the nose. They didn't think it was very important - could you imagine having your brain extracted in chunks through your nostrils? Mind you, sometimes when people sneeze, what comes out of their noses could easily be mistaken for brain tissue.

I could not work a runny nose into the rhyme, without making it more than a limerick. We will have to settle for writing a poem about mummies and runny noses some other time.

We did however, manage to include the bits about the inside bits of the mummy being removed. They were kept in giant pickling jars. Could you ever imagine going to the food cupboard and accidently taking out a jar of pickled stomach thinking it was something else? No, I doubt you could, and nor could we. But it was fun thinking about it.

Mummies

We couldn't find a good photo of a mummy,
so here is a black cat with an ear ring instead

I once knew an Egyptian mummy,

Whose demeanour was really quite funny.

All wrapped in a sheet,

From his head to his feet,

He'd no brain, no heart and no tummy.

I still prefer my Mum to one of those strange bandaged up things in painted boxes.

No lie in today

6th October 2013

Cats need to learn that humans occasionally throw routine out of the window!

And so it is my turn to write a rhyme, only because the cat woke me up and I didn't get the lie in I thought I would. 

Routinely a cat

Silly cat, thinks he's a bird,

Chirruping just to be heard.

Wake up my belly's empty,

I need food and a'plenty,

And after all that, he purred. 

I really want to sleep but now I'm awake. 

My Crazy Cat

2nd October 2013

The Limerick challenge today was to write about a cat. 

Max has decided to write limericks all this month. Next month, he will take on another rhyme format. (I shall wait and see if we manage this!).

He decided to write about his crazy cat. His cat is a red tipped ragdoll, a very fluffy, very loopy ragdoll. He sits and talks to R2D2, reads the Guiness Book of Records, brings in flying lizards as gifts, plays football with a tennis ball, fights carpets and tries to climb walls.

My Crazy Cat

And so, here it is:

My Crazy Cat:

I have a rather crazy cat,

He likes to fight my black door mat.

While chasing a gecko up a wall,

It came to him, he had to fall,

And gave the lizard a big bat.

I don't think he did give the lizard a bat at all, as he fell off the wall as soon as he realised that his feet were not made of velcro.