It turns out that the 2013 poetry challenge may be HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH!
Okay Seastar, Skylark, and others who convinced me that setting a goal this year to include more poetry was a fantastic idea-I am SO blaming you guys for this
I kid you not, after reading our poem today....my daughter ATE A WORM
We read The Worm by Ralph Bergengren today because it went along with our project of redoing the worm farm/compost bin. Here it is:
The Worm
When the earth is turned in Spring
The worms are fat as anything.
The birds come flying all around
To eat the worms right off the ground.
They like worms as much as I
Like bread and milk and apple pie.
And once, when I was very young,
I put a worm right on my tongue.
I didn't like the taste a bit,
And so I didn't swallow it.
But oh, it makes my mother squirm
Because she thinks I ate that worm!
Yeah. You can imagine what happened...
I am quite sure she didn't intend for it to happen
My cheeky little girl was trying to tease mommy and said, "Look, mommy, just like the...(insert visual of dangling a slippery baby worm over wide-open mouth, a slip, a surprised cough/gag!)". Cue the horrified look of shock, crocodile tears, etc
Yikes, Drama!
All is well and good, and soon she was excitedly explaining to daddy the graphic details of the ultimate fate of the worm as it makes its way through her digestive system...ewww! I totally vetoed her suggestion that we keep a magnifying glass in the bathroom
I guess I shall have to think these things through before selecting the poems...