Today I am feeling 'brain dead'. Yes, there is still a little hope left for me, the rest has been drained away by writing reports, teaching and paperwork. But I sat down to my computer and noticed the all you out there, that just keep checking in. So to the loyal ones that make my writing worth while, I decided to stop by just for a little while and connect.
I looked at the quotes I have saved to my computer. But thought instead I would share a poem that the kids and I analysed this week. And, no.... I am not going to analyse it again. You can do that yourself or just enjoy it. The kids found it enjoyable. Hope you smile just a little.
Rebecca, Who Slammed Doors for Fun and Perished Miserably
By Hilaire Belloc
A trick that everyone abhors
In Little Girls is slamming Doors.
A Wealthy Banker's Little Daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By the name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this Furious Sport.
She would deliberately go
And Slam the door like Billy-Ho!
To make her Uncle Jacob start.
She was not actually bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild:
She was an aggravating child...
It happened that a Marble Bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the Door this little Lamb
Had carefully prepared to Slam,
And Down it came! It knocked her flat!
It laid her out! She looked like that.
Her Funeral Sermon (which was long
And followed by a Sacred song)
Mentioned her Virtues, it is true,
But dwelt upon her Vices too,
And showed the Dreadful End of One
Who goes and slams the Door for Fun.
The children who were brought to hear
The awful Tale from far and near
Were much impressed, and inly swore
They never more would slam the Door
-As often they had done before.