
This is our poem from today : )
Cockroach
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is kind?
Praise or admiration is impossible to find.
No one seems to care for it or welcome it's approaches.
Everyone steers clear of it except for other roaches.
If people treated me that way, I know that I should mind.
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is kind?
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is nice?
It must have done a favor for somebody once or twice.
No one will speak up for it in friendly conversations.
Everyone cold-shoulders it except for its relations.
Whenever it is mentioned, people's faces turn to ice.
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is nice?
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is good?
I can't avoid the feeling that it's quite misunderstood,
But all that I can tell you is that it does keep very quiet,
And if you've got some bedbugs, it will add them to its diet.
I'd like to be more positive; I really wish I could.
Is there nothing to be said about the cockroach which is good?
--by Mary Ann Hoberman, The Llama Who Had No Pajama
So that was an awfully cute poem (pun intended).
We had a rather gross school day today! Well, it was both glorious and gross; as we studied the wonders of the human body, one of the segments focused on digestion. Let's just say that our vocabulary today included words such as "feces" and "rectum."
But Emma LOVED her Mother Goose reading today as she was surprised by the fact that one of her favorite rhymes belongs to Mother Goose:
"Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously;
For nobody's toeses are posies of roses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be."
When I began to read this to her she smiled so big, "Hey! That's from Singing in the Rain!!!"
Eww!!! I just realized that this rhyme is about a guy who wants to sniff his feet!!! Yet another example of our gross day today!!!!