Wacky Wednesday: Halloween

Happy Halloween!

It is a cool and breezy late October day.
The yellow, orange, and red leaves fall into the bay.
A cacophony of sparrow chirps upsets
The serene evening as the sun sets.
I look over at the carved and lit pumpkins;
One for my husband and I, and each of our munchkins.
I smile, because it is our first family Halloween.
Nothing like a little fun, to shake up a routine.
Our son is about ready for the night out.
He's our little tadpole. "RIBBIT," I hear him shout!
My hand itches from a bug bite
I received earlier, when it was light.
We're ready to go trick or treating!
Tadpolio won't be given any candy for eating.
It will be fun though; a new experience for us all.
What a great idea to have a haunted mall.
Parking is a witch, as I imagined it would be.
The decorations are spooky. What a sight to see!
Spider webs draped over manikins and floor creepers.
I see tiny Batmen and Draculas and little grim reapers.
Near Scorching Subject, I see an angry, grinning red-eyed gnome.
Down the corridor, a skeleton rides a motorcycle made of chrome.
Each store participates in passing out eats that are sweet.
Taking pictures with Captain America, Tadpolio thinks he's neat.
We walk to the mall aquarium to look at the fish.
The fish are swimming in a haunted house and over a candy dish.
Through the tank, I see that same grinning gnome staring at me.
Where can this annoying kid's parents be?
We go buy a drink and cool off from walking around.
I bump into the grinning gnome, whom had not made a sound.
"Kid, go find your parents. Where are they?"
The gnome just looks at me, not bothering to say.
We leave the mall, heading home with our plunder.
The skies are mysteriously cloudy and I see lightning and hear thunder.
Weird, I think.
The gnome appears in the street.  He's gone after I blink.
I guess I am tired. Sleep shall fix me.
We get home and ready ourselves for bed. I'm a bit antsy.
Tadpolio and the husband are fast asleep.
I close my eyes and try to sleep.
I toss and turn, my hand is on fire.
My eyes open and the gnome is attacking me, like a vampire.
I try to scream, but I cannot fight back.
I awake to see myself watering the garden. How did that gnome hijack?
My mouth is grinning, but I am crying inside.
I can do nothing but listen to the impostor sing, "You are My Sunshine," with the body it shanghaied.
Already missing my boys, I wish time would go backwards.
But I am left alone with the cacophony of birds.

Superstorm Sandy

Superstorm Sandy

Some are saying this is the perfect storm.
Yet, there are those who will not conform.
Some will play. Some won't get out.
In her wake she has left devastation throughout.
A wall of water is converging on large cities.
She does not care about babies or kitties.
Her wind is enough to lift boats in the air.
Skyscrapers are showing wear and tear.
A construction crane dangles by a thread.
It will fall any moment, allowing the destruction to spread.
The neighborhoods are combed by sharks.
Muddy brown lakes were once luscious green parks.
Inland, her wizardry sparks a blizzard.
Her reach wriggles into the subway, like a lizard.
The electricity is cut off.
The plumbing is shut off.
Eat canned food. Fresh food will spoil.
Need plenty of lighter oil and water to boil.
Days and days go by with no help in sight.
Eventually, aid comes to those who fight.
Sadly, life is taken from far too many.
Have we learned from this superstorm any?

Math Monday: Addition

Two fish plus one fish
equals three fish

Two apples plus four apples equals a half dozen.
Zero spoons plus a spoon gives you one.
Eight glazed donuts plus four lemon-filled ones equals twelve sweet treats.
Five softball players and two swimmers is seven athletes.
Three giddy monkeys join six giddy  monkeys to make nine.
Two pine trees are planted by two more to make four that are pine.
Ten veggies are one ear of corn plus two zucchinis plus three potatoes and four carrots.
At the zoo, one exhibit has two and another has three to be five parrots.
Adding is important in many ways.
It is used to pay bills some days;
To account for others' pocket books;
To complete recipes made by cooks.
To count change for store items that are cheap;
To count sheep when you go to sleep.

Product Review Sunday: Funderful Little Beats Drum

Little Beats Drum

A colorful toy drum set for my little drummer boy.
Though girls too can play this genderless toy.
Four light up sound effect buttons to press.
I also like to play with this drum set, I confess.
One song button with a good variety of melodies.
By the way my son grins, I can tell he agrees.
There are four drum pads to hit and pat.
I hear sheep and birds and even a cat.
You can use the timpany to play Mary Had A Little Lamb.
My son hits the drums. Ruff! Beat! Note! Pow! Bam!
I hear jazz and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
This makes me want to buy and play with the Jam N Keys Guitar.
This musical, light-up kids drum set is wonderful.
I recommend parents buy this toy from Funderful.
Ten bucks is as cheap as can be.
I found this bargain at HEB.





References:

http://www.winfunusa.com/product/little-beats-drum
http://www.amazon.com/Winfun-Jam-N-Keys-Guitar/dp/B000RHFVY6

Science Saturday: Atoms are tiny!

Atoms are tiny building blocks.
They are in peacocks, rocks, and clocks.
To see them, a special microscope is needed.
Combined atoms look like sticks that are beaded.
You smell and taste atoms...feel and see atoms...and hear atoms when they collide.
Elements are atoms and the periodic table of elements is used as a guide.
Atoms were once thought to be indivisible.
Yet, quarks and leptons are now visible.
Atoms include protons, neutrons, and electrons.
If the protons and electrons are unequal, then atoms become ions.
Around the proton-neutron nucleus, electrons fly.
Think about that the next time you eat pie!





References:

http://education.jlab.org/atomtour/
http://www.howstuffworks.com/atom.htm

Food Friday: Amazing Apples

Apples are a fruit food.
Eat one to be in a good mood.
There are green apples and red apples,
Pear-apples and grape-apples.
There are yellow ones and pink ones.
They come from apple trees by the dozens.
They make applesauce and apple pie
And can be found at the store to buy.
You can spread peanut butter or carmel on top.
Chop them on a pizza. The flavor is nonstop.
Whatever you do, they are nice and sweet.
They make a tasty and healthy treat.

Tales Thursday: The Misadventures of Little Dorian Wade - The Disappearing Plans

Little Dorian Wade awakes from his slumber.
It's a new day to sleuthe by way of tumbler.
He raises his hands high above his head,
Yawning big and stretching wide in bed.
Dorian scans the room and settles his gaze
On the one who has nourished him all these days.
He kicks his legs and smacks his lips.
"Mommy, I'm hungry!," he quips.
Her eyes tiredly open. Enough sleep she'll forgo.
"Oh son, hold on a minute. Here you go!"

She clumsily prepares her breakfast station.
His lips smack even harder in anticipation.
Dorian quality assures the glorious product,
Dribbling his meal due to his tongue being improperly tucked.
He listens to the chirping of a small bird.
"Mommy, you've done well, now mush onward!"
He gestures his hand toward the living room.
Mommy smiles, exhuming her body so the morning can resume.
Dorian is on the floor, sampling the air with his tongue.
He has always thought his rather advanced skills are unsung.

"Reader! Yes you!" commands little Dorian Wade.
"We both know that the Mommy creature is my maid.
What we don't know is how she became a magician.
Those diapers I soil. Where do they go? I have a mission.
Once I'm through, a white container they enter.
Shhh! It leads to my super secret research center,
Where my minions, Toby McTeddy and Zippy O'Turtle, are fast at work.
Handy The Octopus deciphers my message. BTW, he's also my file clerk.
It is here that I test Daddy's beard with the strength of silk
And I explore such things as the meaning of milk.

Here she comes. Please, don't say anything!"
Into the carrier Dorian is placed and Mommy grabs her key ring.
She wears her shiny sunglasses and lifts a blue bag.
Then out the front door they go and down the stairs they zigzag.
"Wait a minute! Where are we going with my messa...I mean diapers?
Perry LePossum, assemble your team! I need swipers!
I will not permit my hard work to be tossed."
Fortuitously, a hole opens, littering the diapers. All is not lost.
Sir Walden, Dorian's kitty, scampers away with a paper wad.
The boy cheers, "Sir Walden to the rescue! Your efforts I applaud!"

Mommy grumbles as she gathers together the mess.
"Don't worry, Dorian. Mommy doesn't have great finesse."
Dorian thinks, "Oh good, she doesn't suspect my plans!"
Mommy scans for cars then shoots the bag into the dumpster with her hands.
The boy directs his arm toward home.
Mommy complies. Through his data, Dorian is eager to comb.
On the way, he sees Sir Walden eating.
Realizing his plans are once again ruined, he will have to call a meeting.
The boy face-palms at the idiocy of his minions. Sir Walden lied.

Mommy cautions, "Baby, don't hit yourself," and they go inside.