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.

A Drink of Milk

3rd October 2013

The subject challenge for today, we decided, would be "milk". <br/>

Max has been pondering how we came to start drinking milk. Who discovered that we could drink milk from cows, and then bottle it?

So, milk it was, or it is:

A Drink of Milk

The man who first drank some milk,
Found it tasted as smooth as silk.
He put it in coffee,
He put it in tea,
And now I eat my cereal with milk.


This does not clear up the conundrum of who decided milk from cows would be good to drink, nor does it uncover who was the first person to take a sip.

Well, that will have to be for another day, another challenge, another post.

Bob the Slob

1st October 2013

Off we went for lunch, to our favourite Italian restaurant in Singapore: Pasta Brava.

Max ate Penne with Pomodoro and I chose my usual: Ravioli Verde, followed by a single espresso.

It was a surreal experience, we met a new Executive Chef. He used to work at the Wessex Hotel (an icon), in Winchester. 

Winchester is where I grew up. Mario, Rolando's new chef, used to work for an Italian Manager: Signor Cassini, the father of one of my junior school friends: Susan Cassini. We used to run through the kitchens, probably causing havoc for the chefs.

Max sat opposite me, smiling. He told me he is learning about poetry and different types of rhymes at school. He explained the rhythm and format that a limerick should follow, in minute detail.

Then came out with a rhyme: 

Bob the Slob

Once there was a man named Bob,
Who really was quite a slob.
He did a poo,
In an old brown shoe,
While crunching a chocolate hob-nob.



And so, A Rhyme a Day was born. We decided that each day, for October, he will write a poem.