Wounds

Day 24: Max hurt his foot on his way out of school, so he hobbled his way to the bus.

Naturally, the rhyme gravitated towards the topic of being hurt: wounds.

Wounds

Falling over cuts your knees,

The same as falling out of trees.

Stick on a plaster,

So it heals faster,

Unless of course you were using skis.

If you hurt yourself while skiing, you tend to get really hurt.

Headaches

Day 23: A little late in posting this, and probably because I had a headache, or a haircake as we like to call it in our family. Consequently my brain was in the deep freeze when it came to writing rhymes with Max. So this one is just from me.

Headaches

Creeping up they worm inside your head,

Twisting fingers weave a painful thread,

Thumping like a drum,

Your head's a rugby scrum,

Go away I'm staying in bed instead.

Some mornings I wish I could, but then I would miss out on a moment, like a child waiting at the top of the stairs, not wanting to go to bed quite yet in case he or she misses something.

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.

Back to School

Day 21: Today was a back to school day after a two week mid semestre break. It was good to be back, even if it did mean getting up really early. Mum gets up even earlier, so by the end of the week, we all walk around like zombies. That's an idea, if we keep this up, we have ready made costumes for Halloween.

First day back at school was brilliant, I really enjoyed my day, Swimming, Humanities, Maths, Mandarin and Art. Tomorrow I have English, so I am going to see if I can share my blog and the poems I have been writing.

Back to School

When you go back to school,

It can make your feel like a fool,

If you forget your sums,

You have to twiddle your thumbs,

And try your best to look cool.

Back to school means that we should get to bed early. 

Teeth

Day 20: We have reached our two thirds mark of the month!

Max has written up his five top favourite rhymes so far on his school poetry blog: 

Bob the Slob,
Ice Cream,
Pizza
Mummies,
My Crazy Cat

And now, before we all head to bed - we have an early start tomorrow, it is back to school and 6.30am wake ups, we have a rhyme to write.

Max was brushing his teeth and so this became the subject. We looked at words that rhyme with teeth, toothpaste, brush and whatever else we could think was to do with cleaning your teeth.

This is what we came up with:

Brushing Teeth

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At night my I'm always in a rush,
To give my teeth a brush.
So the stripy paste,
With a minty taste
Gives those germs a flush.

Nothing to edit, just a note to remind everyone to brush for at least 2 minutes, or more and to scrub around the back.

Pie

Day 19: Finally, after sausages and cheese, we have... ...pie!

Pie

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Once a man made a pie,

That could really make a lie.

He stuffed it with cheese,

And frozen peas,

And called it chicken pie.

The man actually gave the pie the power to talk. He threw in some magic ingredients along with some very strange liquids that created a perfect chemical reaction, causing the pie to have vocal chords. 

Joe's Toe

Day 18: Friday was rather busy, and we never found much time to write, however we did start a rhyme that we had to finish today (day 19). So we will have two rhymes today by the time we have finished.

We ate pasta for lunch yesterday, back to our favourite pasta haunt in Singapore. Then we wandered over to a strangely named Union Building in Tras Street to drop off a couple of copies of Mum's new book: Mayan Cocoa: A Halloween Tale. All ready for Halloween and to celebrate All Hallow's Eve.

Joe's Toe

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A grumpy old man named Joe,

Had a habit of stubbing his toe.

So he wore a steel boot

And played on his flute,

While praying for the weather to snow.

It seems to be getting harder to write rhymes - or maybe we are choosing silly subjects.