Thursday, September 11, 2014

Laura Shovan: Why I Hate Rhyme

I'm delighted to offer another entertaining and informative post from TLD Contributor, Laura Shovan.  Thank you, Laura, for sharing your insight and experience with us again today!

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I hate rhyme.

Rhymes are pleasing to the ear, so when we first think one up our reaction is: “Wow! That sounds great!” We are so chuffed with our rhyme, we want to keep going. Which is the problem.

Those who write poetry or picture books for the children’s market know that many editors and agents specify “no rhyming text.” At writing conferences, editors and agents warn would-be poets that rhyme is extremely hard to sustain.

Why all the fuss? Creating rhymes is natural. It’s part of how we learn to speak, read, and write—matching words that have a similar sound. Rhyme is featured not only in poetry, but in the songs we hear on the radio, advertising jingles, even in common sayings like “He’s the man with the plan.”

For today, I’d like to focus on the elementary school writing workshop, where I encourage students to skip the rhyme and just write.

Let’s think about the task of rhyming in a poem. What exactly is involved?  I’m going to make up a silly poem about my dog to demonstrate.
Sam the big bow-wowzer

Sam is a Schnauzer,
a big bow-wowzer.

My opening rhyme sounds good and I think it’s pretty funny. Plus, Sam does bark a lot (we’re working on it), so the poem is true to my experience.

Now I have to make a decision. Am I going to go with an AABA rhyme scheme or AABB?

Attempt 1 (AABA):
Sam is a Schnauzer,
a big bow-wowzer.
When it comes to dogs
there’s no one louder. (near rhyme, but pretty lame)

Attempt 2 (AABB):
Sam is a Schnauzer,
a big bow-wowzer.
His eyebrows are fluffy
and his nose is stuffy.

Sam’s nose isn’t really stuffy. But it’s a great rhyme, isn’t it!?

This is the beginning of my poem’s downfall. Where an experienced poet might work come up with a better line (“And his beard is scruffy,” e.g.), an emerging writer will plow ahead, valuing the rhyme itself above the poem’s logic and meaning.

Of my two attempts, I like the second best. Let’s go for another couplet.
Sam is a Schnauzer,
A great big bow-wowzer.
His eyebrows are fluffy
And his nose is stuffy.
He’s scared of the thunder
and so he hides under (Uh oh. I have an incomplete thought. Is that okay?)
my bed or a table (Good save. Phew. Yikes! What rhymes with “table?”)
or my big Aunt Mabel (I don’t have an Aunt Mabel, but it rhymes!)

I started out great, but now I’m struggling with ideas. And I’ve thrown meaning under the bus as long as I can keep up my rhyme.

There’s a reason why this is happening.

We are not just asking emerging writers to rhyme when we ask them to rhyme. Since a rhyme typically falls at the end of a line, we are asking students to aim for a specific sound—kind of like aiming at a target. Just as in archery, a young writer will become so focused on reaching that target at the end of the line that everything else will dissolve to the periphery. What gets lost in the process? Meaning, logic, and his or her naturally creative ideas.

That’s what happened in my second couplet. It began:
His eyebrows are fluffy

Then my brain focused on a good rhyme for “fluffy.” My first thought was “stuffy.”
His eyebrows are fluffy
…………………. stuffy

Now I have to go back and fill in whatever will get me to that target word. “And his nose is stuffy” isn’t true. Sam’s a really healthy dog. But it works for the rhyme.

The same thing happened with my fourth couplet. Starting with the idea that Sam hides underneath things when there is a thunder storm, I have:
My bed or a table

Again, my mind becomes focused on that target word, a rhyme for “table.” Instead of thinking about what actually happens when Sam is frightened, my first thought is the name “Mabel.” How can I hit that target?
My bed or a table
………………… Mabel.

Which becomes the line, “or my big Aunt Mabel.”

In reality, I don’t hate rhyme. Instead, I recognize that using rhyme in a poem is a complex task.

When I set out to write a poem this morning, my goal was to describe my dog. I have so many stories about his cute quirks.

If I’d given myself time to think about Sam’s fear of thunderstorms, my freewriting might have looked like this:
He shakes a lot and sometimes he runs down to the basement. Oh! I just remembered! He’s also afraid of fireworks, which my neighbors light whenever the Baltimore Ravens score a touchdown. In fact, Sam now runs downstairs when he notices we are watching a football game on TV. Smart fella!

Unfortunately, I didn’t include any of these great ideas, which give a real sense of Sam’s personality. My mind was so focused on rhyming, I never even thought about sharing these details.

When I’m visiting an elementary school classroom, I encourage students to write down all of their creative thoughts and forget about rhyming (at least in a first draft). Young writers aren’t experienced enough to realize that rhyme should serve the tone and meaning of a poem. It’s not the poem’s job to be a scaffold for a series of rhymes. The result will be something sing-songy, often with forced rhymes and lines that don’t make sense. (An example: the current pop song “Dark Horse.” Rapper Juicy J compares Katy Perry to serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer. Not exactly romantic, but hey, it rhymes!)

If your students are really gung-ho about rhyming, encourage them to use a word bank. They will still be working hard to reach their target rhymes, but a word bank will give them options.

Let’s close with a poem that I use as a classroom model. Notice how rhyme works as an element of the poem, adding to the rhythm and tone, without taking precedence over the imagery or meaning.

Swift Things are Beautiful
     By Elizabeth Coatsworth

Swift things are beautiful:
Swallows and deer,
And lightning that falls
Bright-veined and clear,
Rivers and meteors,
Wind in the wheat,
The strong-withered horse,
The runner's sure feet.

And slow things are beautiful:
The closing of day,
The pause of the wave
That curves downward to spray,
The ember that crumbles,
The opening flower,
And the ox that moves on
In the quiet of power.

Laura Shovan is poetry editor for the literary journal Little Patuxent Review and of two poetry anthologies. Her chapbook, Mountain, Log, Salt and Stone, won the inaugural Harriss Poetry Prize. She works with young poets as a Maryland State Arts Council Artist-in-Residence. Her debut novel-in-verse for children, THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY, will be published in spring of 2016 (Wendy Lamb Books). Laura blogs about arts education at AuthorAmok.

Click HERE to read Laura's first post on Today's Little Ditty, "In Defense of Great Writers," where she challenges the presumption that a first grader's literary techniques are accidental.

If you read last week's spotlight interview with Irene Latham, you know that she's challenged us to write poems of address this month.  Did you see April Halprin Wayland's adorable doggie ditty earlier this week?  I hope you'll join in this month's challenge too!

Today's Poetry Friday roundup is being hosted by the ever-effervescent Renée LaTulippe... although she's feeling a tad wistful today.  Please join her over at No Water River.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

DMC: "Dog Park Tree Apostrophe" by April Halprin Wayland

Before I share today's little ditty by April Halprin Wayland, I should mention that poems of address are also known as apostrophe poems.  Clearly, April had fun with this one!


Hello, Tree.
Thank you for your upright trunk—
it’s fabulous to sniff.

I love that I don’t have to beg,
when I line you up against my leg
…..and lift.

© 2014 April Halprin Wayland, published with permission of the author, who controls all rights.

Irene Latham has challenged us to write a poem of address this month (click HERE for details). We'd love for you to join in! Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right.

Submissions will be included in an end-of-month wrap-up on September 26th and all participants will be entered to win a copy of Irene's beautiful new children's poetry collection:

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Spotlight on Irene Latham + DMC Challenge


Irene Latham is a Birmingham poet and novelist who writes heart-touching tales of unexpected adventure. Her debut historical novel LEAVING GEE'S BEND (Putnam/Penguin, 2010) is set in Alabama during the Great Depression and was awarded Alabama Library Association's 2011 Children's Book Award. Her second novel DON’T FEED THE BOY (Roaring Brook/Macmillan, 2012) is about a boy who wants to escape his life at the zoo. Poetry editor for Birmingham Arts Journal, Irene has also authored several poetry collections, including her latest adult collection THE SKY BETWEEN US (Blue Rooster Press, 2014) and her debut poetry collection for children, hot off the press: DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST (Millbrook Press, 2014).

And Other Poems from the Water Hole
Millbrook Press, September 2014
ISBN: 978-1467712323
Find at, Barnes & Noble,
or at your local independent bookstore.
Welcome wildebeest / and beetle, / Oxpecker and lion. / This water hole is yours. / It offers you oasis / beside its shrinking shores.

DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST AND OTHER POEMS FROM THE WATER HOLE introduces a variety of grassland creatures who frequent this life-sustaining water source.  Hesitating just long enough to satisfy their needs, Irene expertly captures them in poetry while Anna Wadham reflects them onto the page with a lush and inviting color palette.

The fifteen poems in this collection are as diverse as the animal life they represent.  Spare and evocative, serious and humorous,  rhyming and free verse, enlightening and engaging– all of these aspects come together to portray an accurate and vivid account of survival on the savannah. Each two-page spread also includes a brief prose description with just enough factual information to intrigue, without disrupting the the book's flow.

With starred reviews from School Library Journal and Kirkus to whet our appetites last July, many of us Poetry Friday regulars have been eagerly awaiting the arrival of DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST. I'm delighted to take part in this month's book launch festivities and proud to feature Irene as September's spotlight author!

As always, we'll start off the interview with a few favorites – a quick and dirty way to get to know Irene better. (Though not as dirty as, say, submerging oneself in a Kenyan water hole.)

Favorite color:
Purple. I have a February birthday, so I was born into the color. :)
Favorite vacation spot:
For many years my husband and I traveled to New York City every year. We love theater and art and good food and history. But we also love exploring the theater, art, good food, and history in small towns, so these days we take a lot of weekend trips. We also love National Parks! Obviously, it would never make sense for us to have a vacation home– we are explorers. :)
Favorite childhood memory:
For 5 years our family lived in Folsom, Louisiana, in a ranch-style house on a country road. The five of us kids spent whole days outside following the creek, exploring neighboring barns, and creating a wonderland out of the cow pasture on the farm across the street. We loved the movie THE TEN COMMANDMENTS, and created our own Egypt by naming a giant oak Nefertari and a rocky knoll Ramesses. We caught crawdads and watched tadpoles grow to frogs and attached blankets to the ponies and rode them like chariots. I am so grateful for my siblings and those years on Willie Road.
Favorite teacher:
Mrs. Fattig, my third grade teacher. Her husband was a plumber, and she had a bathtub in her classroom. It was filled with pillows, and students were allowed to earn time in the bathtub. I loved reading in there!
Favorite writing quote:
“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something worth living for.” 
- Ray Bradbury
What inspires you to write for children, and how does it compare to your inspiration to write for adults?
Irene the Excavator
Writing, for me, is about discovery. My life and heart and mind become an excavation site, and what I am searching for is language and connection. When I write for children, I chip away at my younger self, the 2 and 7 and 9 year old that still lives inside me. I am inspired by my own childhood, my memories, and also by whatever I am experiencing in my current life – books, music, nature, art. The same things inspire my writing for adults, but the language and connections I find are different.

Can you give us a peek into your writing process? 
I used to think I needed big chunks of time to write – when I started out, my kids were small, and I only had 15 minute snatches. I used Dorothea Brande's BECOMING A WRITER to help train myself out of that limitation and other obstacles to the creative process. Now I can pretty much just sit down and instantly start writing. It's about trusting yourself – trusting the words are there, that your subconscious has been working away even as you've been doing laundry or driving kids to school or working a budget. We create a lot of our own hurdles. And I don't have time for hurdles. :)

Is your process the same whether you are writing poetry or prose, for children or for adults?
I find working in different genres for different audiences is like brain ballet. Lots of stretching, some amazing leaps and turns – sometimes a stumble and fall. I've developed a general habit of prose in the mornings, and poems in the afternoon. Of course I will drop anything when a poem calls... and poems are brilliant for helping get me unstuck when writing prose. On the flip side, I am constantly jotting ideas for poems in my Idea Notebook while working on novels. It works for me!

Where did the idea to write DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST come from and what do you hope readers will take away from your book?
I come from a family of photographers and have long loved the art form. So, when I discovered Greg du Toit's amazing photographs taken while he was submerged inside a Kenyan water hole, I just had to sit with them awhile and marvel. I hope my book leads others to those photographs – and to du Toit's story! He took risks for his art, and the results are stunning. THAT inspires me.
©Greg du Toit/Barcroft Media

Do you have a favorite spread from DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST?
I knew I wanted to include one of the many species of African antelope in the book, so I wrote poems on impala, springbok and Thomson's gazelle. I eventually settled on “Impala Explosion,” and I have loved that spread since Anna's earliest sketches. I spent some serious time gazing lovingly at that page. However, as we were proofing the book – after copyedits, just before press time – one of the readers at Millbrook Press questioned something in the nonfiction note. When I checked it, I found that the note still included information about a Thomson's gazelle! (Thomson's gazelles have a black side stripe; Impalas do not... and are most easily identified by the “m” shape on their bums.) Eeek! Talk about a last-minute correction. Thank goodness for editors!
It is a gorgeous spread! Jama Rattigan included "Impala Explosion" in her review of DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST on Alphabet Soup last week. If you haven't already, make sure to leap over there and have a look.

Of all the animals that visit the water hole, which one do you identify with most? 
Lioness, After the Hunt. I am devoted to my pride and also hard-working – and I love naps! (Love how Anna's illustration shows the lioness sleeping with one eye open... I can relate to that, too. My eye is always open for new poems to write.)
DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST, text ©Irene Latham, illustration ©Anna Wadham

            Lioness, After the Hunt

                    After the choosing,
                    after the chase,

                    after     rip

                    after first taste.

                    Lioness lifts,

                    past rhino,
                    past antelope.

                    She crouches,

                    savors favorite flavors,

                    and finally,

                    ©2014 Irene Latham. All rights reserved.

Can you tell us what’s coming up next for you?
I have two poetry books coming in 2016: FRESH DELICIOUS: Poems from the Farmer's Market (WordSong), will illustrations by Mique Miorichi; and my follow-up to WILDEBEEST is a collection set in Antarctica during the annual sunrise, with illustrations by Anna Wadham.
How exciting!  Looking forward to both of them!

If you had all the world’s children in one room, what would you tell them?
Love yourself.

Finally, please tell us what you have chosen as this month’s ditty challenge.
DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST contains several poems of address, like “Dear Wandering Wildebeest” and “Says Nightjar to the Stars.”

DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST, text ©Irene Latham, illustration ©Anna Wadham

             Says Nightjar to the Stars

                    Yes, I claim ground
                    and you call sky.

                    Your signature is a twinkle,
                    while mine is a tititititit sigh.

                    You peer down
                    while I'm looking up.

                    When I hear a stampede,
                    you call it a hiccup.

                    I'm the preacher
                    in a plain, somber suit;

                    you're the robed choir
                    wearing shiny black boots.

                    Come, let's join the beasts
                    in thanks and in praise–

                    sing a song for the water hole
                    that sustains us night and day.

                    ©2014 Irene Latham. All rights reserved.       

Write your own poem of address... animal to animal (“Dear Wandering Wildebeest” is wildebeest to wildebeest), animal to some other part of the natural world (moon, tree, lake...), or natural world to animal. Unleash your imagination and go wild! :)
Thank you, Michelle, for having me, and for being such a positive force for poetry in the world. So happy to know you! xo
Aw shucks, Irene... the pleasure's all mine!

Okay, folks, you heard the nice lady.  Get your thinking caps on (and your galoshes, if necessary) and send your poems of address to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. Some contributions may be published on the blog as daily ditties, but all of them will be collected in one wrap-up post on Friday, September 26, 2014.  And how's this for a little extra incentive: Irene has graciously offered a personalized copy of DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST to one lucky participant! A random drawing will take place at the end of the month.

I would also like to ask a favor of all my teacher friends and friends who know teachers.  Ditty of the Month Club challenges are wonderful opportunities for students to interact with some fabulous contemporary children's poets and authors while having fun trying out different poetry forms.  Please help me spread the word!  Even if it's not a classroom activity, please encourage interested students to give these challenges a go at home.

For children under 13 who would like to participate, please read my COPPA compliance statement located below the contact form.

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Before I announce the winner of August's Ditty of the Month Club giveaway, there were a couple of last minute entries you might want to check out.  Thanks again to Lori Degman for dishing up such a fun challenge, and, of course, to all of the DMC participants who stretched their punny, rhyming muscles!  Farmer McPeeper would be proud (if only he knew). has determined that the winner of a personalized copy of COCK-A-DOODLE OOPS! by Lori Degman and illustrated by Deborah Zemke is:

 COREY SCHWARTZ – congratulations Corey!

TLD contributor, Laura Shovan, has today's Poetry Friday roundup along with another terrific "Summer Reads: Chapter & Verse" pairing: the YA suspense novel, WE WERE LIARS, with a spooky, surreal poem by Margaret Atwood.  You can find her at Author Amok.


Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Two Line Tuesday: Maya Angelou

Source: Salahiiim

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, 
it sings because it has a song.

– Maya Angelou

Thursday, August 28, 2014

August DMC Wrap-Up + Giveaway

Lori Degman challenged us to wake Farmer McPeeper this month.  

Not an easy task, as it turns out.  

Your hosts

To pass the time while Farmer has been sleeping, Cow and Sheep have been planning a barn party.
Guess what?  You're invited!

It'sa hoEdown, y'allll!

Horse appears to have been partying for some time already.

As the submissions ambled in, slowly at first, several people remarked on the difficulty of this challenge. Lori makes it look easy, of course, but to write within a prescribed meter and rhyme scheme is definitely harder than it looks.  Throw in some wordplay and a pun or two for good measure, and it wouldn't be surprising to find your knickers in a twist! 

So here's a hip hip hooray and a big barnyard thanks (clucks, honks, bleats, and moos) to everyone who gave this challenge a try... even if Farmer McPeeper, himself, has shown no appreciation whatsoever.

Illustration of Farmer McPeeper by Deborah Zemke

Let the hoedown begin!

                    "This shouldn't be hard," 
                    said the cat in the yard. 
                    "I'll bet it's as easy as pie." 
                    Her cock-a-doodle purrr 
                    was as fuzzy as fur, 
                    but at least she gave it a try. 

                    – Miranda Barnes (age 11), all rights reserved

                                        "I slither and slide
                                        and take immense pride
                                        in being a most helpful snake."
                                        But Snake's forked tongue kiss
                                        and Cock-a-doodle-HISS
                                        did not help Farmer McPeeper wake.

                                        – Bridget Magee, all rights reserved

                                                                "A farmer that's sleepy
                                                                needs someone who's creepy.
                                                                That's me!" said Squirmy the Worm
                                                                "I'll slide up his toes,
                                                                Cock-a-doodle his nose!"
                                                                But a sneeze left Sir Wormy infirm.

                                                                – Buffy Silverman, all rights reserved

Next to come round
was a rock-n-roll hound
descended from Elvis the King.
This hound dog’s to-do:
Cock-a-doodle aaahrrrooooooooooo!
The blues was all he could sing. 

– Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, all rights reserved

                    The owl said, "Wait, I'm already in flight,
                    I'll offer who, whos for the crowd.
                    I know that near chickens, I am not allowed.
                    I'll cock-a-doodle-who (but not too loud).
                    Don't want to give the farmer a fright!

                    – Linda Baie, all rights reserved

                                        "I'm a fast-swimming fish.
                                        Let me give it a swish.
                                        I’ll zip once ‘round the pond to get set.
                                        One, two, three - watch me dash.
                                        Cock-a-doodle-Splish! Splash!"
                                        But it turned out that fish was all wet!

                                         – Tamera Will Wissinger, all rights reserved

                                                            "My powerful croak
                                                            will wake that farmer bloke,"
                                                            a baritone bullfrog boasted,
                                                            He filled up his cheeks
                                                            and out came some squeaks,
                                                            that sound won't get him promoted.
                                                            – Kathy Mazurowski, all rights reserve

                                                                                I'm a mosquito and tiny,
                                                                                but I am loud and most whiny.
                                                                                I'll fly to his ear, drive him crazy.
                                                                                Listen to my song so fine.
                                                                                It's a cock-a-doodle whi-ii-ine.
                                                                                But that farmer is just too lazy.

                                                                                – Patricia Podlipec, all rights reserved

Cock-A-Doodle Flea

I yelled cock-a-doodle
Atop of his poodle
Who's sleeping right next to his head
But he can't hear my chant
'Cause I'm small as an ant
So maybe I'll bite him instead

– Jan Gars, all rights reserved

                    Cock-A-Doodle Parrot

                    I'll cock-a-doodle doo
                    And scream I love you
                    If only he'll get out of bed
                    The farmer's a slacker
                    And I want a cracker
                    Or Polly will poop on his head

                    – Jan Gars, all rights reserved

                                                  ... and a few more stanzas:

                                                  The cock-a-doodle honk
                                                  From a grey goose named Zonk
                                                  Did not stir the farmer from bed
                                                  His old wife heard the sound
                                                  And she took to the ground
                                                  To catch and lock him in the shed

                                                   A sweet little pony
                                                   They called Macaroni
                                                   Saw Farmer McPeeper asleep
                                                   She tried cock-a-doodle
                                                   No sound could she oodle
                                                   A little hoarse, she could not peep

                                                  The old cow named Noodle
                                                  Then cried cock-a-doodle
                                                  The farmer she still did not wake
                                                  So she kicked a bucket
                                                  From here to Nantucket
                                                  But never his snoring did break

                                                  – Jan Gars, all rights reserved

                                                                       "Let me try," said the mare.
                                                                       "We've got no time to spare!"
                                                                       Now she was the mane attraction.
                                                                       But cock-a-doodle-neigh
                                                                       was all she could say,
                                                                       prompting much dissatisfaction.

                                                                       – Kristi Veitenheimer, all rights reserved

Then elephant shouted,
"I'm not to be doubted.
I can wake up that farmer, I swear."
Though his "Cock-a-doodle-A-ROO!"
woke up all Timbuktu,
Farmer slept through the elephant’s blare.

– Katie Gast, all rights reserved

                    "I can do it for sure,
                    I have done it before,"
                    said monarch of beasts, the King Lion.
                    But his Cockadoo-ROAR
                    made the farmer snore more.
                    Trending: "Thank you Lord #Lyin' for tryin'."

                    – Violet Nesdoly, all rights reserved

                                        "Cover your ears," the woodpecker boasts;
                                        I'll show you how easy it is.
                                        I'll rat-a-tat-tat on the metal downspout!
                                        He'll jump awake, head first, then toes.
                                        – Martha O'Quinn, all rights reserved

                                                            Though some dogs are furriah,
                                                            A Bahston terriah
                                                            Can bahk awake any old fahmah
                                                            Except Farmer Peepah,
                                                            A real heavy sleepah.
                                                            To wake him just isn't good kahmah.

                                                            – Bonnie T. Ogle, all rights reserved

A somnolent bear fast asleep in his lair
Dreamt of growling awake Squire McPeeper.
Bear stirred in his slumber and yet he stayed under;
None could tell who was sleeping the deeper.

– Peter Barnes, all rights reserved

There are some unusual animals on this farm, to be sure.  But at least they all know how to have a good time!

Honk! Honk! Coming through!

Better hurry if you want to get in on the fun!   

You have until Sunday, August 31st, to send your cock-a-doodle stanza to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. 

Everyone who participates in this month's challenge will automatically be entered to win a personalized copy of Lori's new picture book, Cock-a-Doodle Oops! (One entry per participant, not per poem.) Alternatively, you may earn an entry into the giveaway by commenting below.  If you contribute a poem and comment below you will earn two entries in total.  Comments must be received no later Tuesday, September 2, 2014.

The winner will be determined by and announced next Friday, September 5th, when we feature our new Spotlight ON interview and ditty challenge.  

"That'll do, Pig. That'll do."
~ Farmer Hoggett, BABE

Jone MacCulloch is hosting today's Poetry Friday celebration over at Check It Out.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

DMC: "Cockadoo-ROAR" by Violet Nesdoly

"I can do it for sure, 
I have done it before,"
said monarch of beasts, the King Lion.
But his Cockadoo-ROAR 

made the farmer snore more.
Trending: "Thank you Lord #Lyin' for tryin'."

– Violet Nesdoly, all rights reserved.

So many noble attempts to wake Farmer McPeeper this month, and still he snores!  Only five more days to join in the animal antics.  Write a stanza in the same style as COCK-A-DOODLE OOPS! (click HERE for details) and send to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right.

All participants will be included in an end-of-month hoedown and wrap-up this Friday, August 29th, and entered to win a personalized copy of Lori Degman's delightful new picture book:

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

DMC: "Cock-a-doodle-A-ROO" by Katie Gast

Then elephant shouted,
"I'm not to be doubted.
I can wake up that farmer, I swear."
Though his "Cock-a-doodle-A-ROO!"
woke up all Timbuktu,
Farmer slept through the elephant’s blare.

– Katie Gast, all rights reserved.

Lori Degman has challenged us to wake Farmer McPeeper.  If you would like to join in the animal antics, write a stanza in the same style as COCK-A-DOODLE OOPS! (click HERE for details) and send to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right.

All participants will be rounded up for an end-of-month hoedown on August 29th and entered to win a personalized copy of Lori's delightful new picture book: