Friday, November 18, 2011

Teacher

While We Were waiting in Astro Mutt (out van) one day.
(Pardon Luke, and the blurry picture.)
                                 
At the beginning of the school year I started teaching Luke and Caleb grammar. It's been fun mostly. I'm not teaching because I'm the most qualified, but more because I need to learn. Mama sits in on the class to answer questions I can't and stuff like that. We diagram sentences and learn about pronouns and "Its" and "It's" and singular, singular possessive, plural, and plural possessive, and all that good stuff.


We've also been learning poetry. I suggested it. Yeah, mean old me. Luke learned two short-ish poems (I may post them later) and Caleb learned Too Many Daves By Dr Seuss. It was funny when we read it the first couple of times but it kinda got a little old after a few days of reading and saying it several times. So here it is I hope you get a few laughs. We did. :-)



Too Many Daves
By Dr Seuss


Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave
Had twenty-three sons and she named them all Dave?
Well, she did.   And that wasn't a smart thing to do.
You see, when she wants one and calls out, "Yoo-Hoo!
Come into the house, Dave!" she doesn't get one.
All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!
This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves'
As you can imagine, with so many Daves.
And often she wishes that, when they were born,
She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn
And one of them Hoos-Foos.   And one of them Snimm.
And one of them Hot-Shot.   And one Sunny Jim.
And one of them Shadrack.   And one of them Blinkey.
And one of them Stuffy.   And one of them Stinkey.
Another one Putt-Putt.   Another one Moon Face.
Another one Marvin O'Gravel Balloon Face.
And one of them Ziggy.   And one Soggy Muff.
One Buffalo Bill.   And one Biffalo Buff.
And one of them Sneepy.   And one Weepy Weed.
And one Paris Garters.   And one Harris Tweed.
And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt
And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt
And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate ...
But she didn't do it.   And now it's too late.

Anna

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