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Wednesday, June 24, 2015
DMC: "Moldysocks and the Three Treehouses" by Donna JT Smith
Moldysocks and the Three Treehouses
One day when a girl named Miss Moldysocks
Was traipsing through woods and on river rocks,
She spied a big tree
With a house hanging free
With doors, except one, having paddylocks.
She climbed up the tree where she shouldn’t go;
She climbed it so quickly that don’t you know,
She couldn’t resist
And wouldn’t desist
Until she had left the ground far below!
The things in the house were just way to big;
The cupboards were stuffed for a hungry pig;
She slipped back outside
And slid down with pride
Without even breaking a single twig.
She skipped on her trip through the piney groves,
Then sat down to snack on some moldy loaves;
She looked up and saw
A house for MawMaw
With windows, and curtains and cooking stove.
She tiptoed some more till she spotted him:
A bear cub aloft on a pine tree limb;
He’d been sent away
To build his chalet,
However, his treehouse looked pretty grim.
Moldy called up to him, “What has happened here?
I see by your treehouse your plans aren’t clear.
To build it with flair
You must take more care.
I’ll help you this time!” Then bear gave a cheer!
With hammer, some nails and a tape measure
Construction began on this tree treasure;
They measured and nailed,
Through work quickly sailed,
“Thank you, Moldy!”
“No, prob! It’s my pleasure!”
Now Moldysocks visits the bears a lot;
In her heart she has a big Moldy spot
For Bear’s treehouse done
By more than just one,
Where some days she naps in this Camelot.
© 2015 Donna JT Smith. All rights reserved.
Corey Rosen Schwartz has challenged us to write a stanza or two about building a treehouse, using unpredictable rhymes of more than one syllable. Click HERE for all the details.
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With a name like Moldysocks, you never can tell, but this one's all right, I think. ;) What a fun adventure, Donna. Love the ending!
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting this, Michelle! You always host such fun challenges.
ReplyDeleteI'm already thinking of revisions and new stanzas. It needs a stanza on the socks somewhere, and a little more on the building process! Maybe I'll leave it out and see if anything new happens to it today...
Oh, and I was delighted to have "Camelot" replace "little cot" when it sprang into my brain! It was one of those "aha", then "sigh of relief" moments!
Hahahahaha! I love the name Moldysocks. So cute. The limerick form is great for this story. Thanks for sharing it here.
ReplyDeleteA story in limericks -- I love it! Your rhymes add so much to the humor, Donna.
ReplyDeleteAh, how cute! I love the name Moldysocks :)
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness. You are so clever. I love this little tale of Moldysocks.
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