Font: Chunkfive
Theme: Necktie
Poetry form: Naani: Naani originated in India, and consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists of 20 to 25 syllables.
N is for Nine
Three times three,
Four plus three plus two,
A dime less a penny spent,
Or what it takes to make a baseball team.
© 2012 Donna J.T. Smith
No, Please!
No, I don't want carrots,
No, I don't want liver,
No peas, no, please, no peas -
They make my stomach quiver.
No, I don't like meatloaf,
No, I don't like beets,
No beans, no, please, no beans -
I'll turn as white as sheets!
No, I won't eat broccoli,
No, to corn on the cob,
No cheese, no, please, no cheese -
It makes me start to sob!
But yes, I'll eat a hot dog,
And, yes, to pickles, too,
Yes, pie, yes, please, yes, pie -
And I'll even share with you!
© 2012 Donna J.T. Smith
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One day
© 2012 Donna J.T. Smith
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
No, Please!
No, I don't want carrots,
No, I don't want liver,
No peas, no, please, no peas -
They make my stomach quiver.
No, I don't like meatloaf,
No, I don't like beets,
No beans, no, please, no beans -
I'll turn as white as sheets!
No, I won't eat broccoli,
No, to corn on the cob,
No cheese, no, please, no cheese -
It makes me start to sob!
But yes, I'll eat a hot dog,
And, yes, to pickles, too,
Yes, pie, yes, please, yes, pie -
And I'll even share with you!
© 2012 Donna J.T. Smith
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
One day
when I was nine
I got a camera
and I
took pictures
with that Brownie
and then
I was
able to see
just how great
I looked with
my bike.
© 2012 Donna J.T. Smith
© 2012 Donna J.T. Smith
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love all the levels of creativity in each and every post! fabulous!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tara. I am having fun...not getting much housework done...oh, wait, that's what makes it MORE fun!
ReplyDeleteLove that 'no' poem. Reminds me of my grandson, who even says no to potatoes! I like the rhyming and those lines like "No peas, no, please, no peas", clever wording, Donna. All are great, & I really enjoy that memory of the little Brownie camera. I remember being so proud that I finally had my own camera.
ReplyDeleteNo peas, no, please, no peas -
ReplyDeleteThey make my stomach quiver.
This reminds me of my kids at "that age" when everything was NO!
That middle one sounds like my middle one, except he won't eat the pickles.
ReplyDeleteDonna,
ReplyDeleteI have to say I am impressed by the number of poems you post each day. I'm struggling to get one posted each day this month, and you always seem to have at least 3. Enjoyable!
Cathy