June 24, 2004
Writing
NOTE: this post was written last night around midnight but due to a lighting storm I was unable to post it until now.
I do enjoy writing stories that show the beginning of things, even if that beginning is different than the actual beginning. Right now I have been rambling on in a text box for a bit and have just written the plot for a very interesting story involving the invention of the dishwasher. I’ll have to study a bit about dishwasher maybe so I know how to invent one but it may be an interesting story, and then again it may not.
Elaine’s Pearls is definitely better than I thought it was. It still needs a bit of editing but it doesn’t need as much adding to it as I thought, though it still might be a bit too short for a published book. I’ll have to look into that…
Oh, and here is a bit of poetry of my own composition. I felt like writing poetry and this is what came of it. I am definitely printing this off and bringing it to breakfast tomorrow morning. Poetry is actually easier than I thought, if you aren’t too particular about it.
Five Random Attempts at Poetry
Poem 1
She didn’t heed the warning
No, she heeded it not at all
For though they had warned her many times
She still ate ice cream in the fall
She didn’t heed the warning
No, she heeded it not at all
For though they had warned her many times
She still had stomachaches in the fall
Poem 2
The tower stood there, tall and old
Like a hero, strong and bold
Though it’s insides were decaying and cold
The tower was owned by a man
Like a hero tall and tan
Though when danger approached he ran
The tower had in it a large cat
Like a hero, sly and fat
Though wherever he went he smelled like rat
The tower owner brought a bowl of milk
Like a hero, smooth as silk
Though no adjective rhymed with milk
The tower eventually fell down
Like a hero, grey and brown
Though it did deserve a crown
Poem 3
No I will not, can not, shall not
Eat a bowl of heaping rice
With a tempature that
Can be compared with that of ice
For if I did so I would have
A stomachache that would not be nice!
No I will not, can not, shall not
Write a second stanza for this poem
With a rhyming way that
Can be compared to that of Noem
For I cannot think of more to say
So this will have to showem
Poem 4
The fly said to the caterpillar
As it landed on its tail
“It must be bothersome to be a caterpillar
and to go as slow as a snail”
“Oh no” replied the caterpillar
To the fly upon its tail
“It is very enjoyable being a caterpillar
and going as slow as a snail”
The fly said to the caterpillar
As it sat upon its tail
“Would you rather be a fly than a caterpillar
And fly faster than a snail?”
“Oh no” replied the caterpillar
To the fly upon its tail
“I do not want to be a fly instead of a caterpillar
And be faster than a snail.”
Poem 5
The wind was blowing softly
Then it blew into a gail
As the wave swept boat
Came to shore bringing the mail
There was no one to get it
For it was also raining hail
So the captain decided
That they must deliver the mail!
So the crew braved the weather
And they struggled up the trail
To the lonely post office
Where they would deliver the mail
They banged upon the door
And they hit it with a flail
At last it was answered
Then they delivered the mail!
There was only one letter
It was even written in Braille
But still it was a letter
And it had been sent in the mail