Running Poem

Yeah, yeah, whatever, whatever. So what if I haven't posted anything in a while? Well, now I'm twelve. And today an interesting thing happened. I will now proclaim in verse. I was contemplating writing it in Latin for a while, but I don't know how to say half the words. Well, here it is.

They called me skinny

They called me tall

They called me a bag of bones but that's not all,

They said that I was stupid

They said that I was ugly

But here it is and I'll be lucid-

They challenged me to a race

They thought they'd win- they laughed!

They thought they could make a fool of me

With their deceitful craft!

But I said "You don't know what you're up to,

I can run real fast too,"

They said "The race starts on my mark,"

With a nasty snark.

"Go!" it was yelled; we both started to run.

But I wouldn't give up; at me they would not poke fun.

Running, running, faster and faster!

My feet pounding

Faster and Faster!

I passed the finish line

I won!

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I have the bad verse

Got the stuff for the clubhouse! It looks great. I've been very busy with school and memorizing a verse of "We Three Kings" for the Christmas pageant. I'm a king. Sadly,

"Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume,

breaths a life of gathering doom."

Each of the three kings sings a verse by themselves. We sing the chorus and the first and last verses together. And I got stuck with the weird verse: "sealed in the stone cold tomb." Very cheerful, isn't it?

In fact, that verse is so cheerful, last Saturday, when our family went caroling to shut-ins with the choir, before we started singing "We Three Kings" the choir director said "Let's not sing verse four." Duh. What kind of person wants to hear about "crying, weeping, dying, bleeding, sealed in the stone cold tomb." Not shut-ins, that's for sure.

Sorry. Posted late.

I know. I've been neglecting my blog. But this November, I wrote a NOVEL. Five thousand words. One month.

I also have had to type up important documents on Mom's old typewriter for my club. We've been making hats and scarfs for sale out of fleece. We sell candy canes along with them. The club needs the money to keep the clubhouse fixed up. A recent winter addition is thick woven mats over the window to keep the cold out. We want to buy a better rug. Right now we have some old towels on the floor. We've woven, knitted, and crocheted enough mats to hang on the walls. There's a board across two wooden crates for a desk. Sophie warms up a few corn bags, and it's a cozy little room. We have a battery-powered lamp. We have a binder and a lock box. The list of things to buy:

- a better rug

- a bulletin board

- coat hooks to hang on the walls

- a wastebasket

Cost: $20 (we think- we can get some items from the dollar store).

We hope we'll have enough by the Saturday after this one. Those things will make the clubhouse look much nicer.

Et cetera

Mary's coming home friday! We took her to Aunt Sue and Uncle George's farm so that they could mate her and she would have a kid. We had to do it now in order to have her kid in spring. While she was gone, Mom had me clean out her shed. So now it's nice and clean for her.

Mom's been teaching other kids piano, so about two days a week I come home and Mom isn't home. I kind of enjoy it. I sometimes go over to Allie's house. Sometimes from there we go to the park. Whatever we do, it's fun.

In social studies at school, we've been learning about Hitler. What a jerk! Today we played "Hide from the gestapo" where a small group of kids have to hide from the other kids, who try to find us. In less than a minute, we had to remove our schoolbooks, put our chairs on top of our desks, and get in the closet and in our hiding places. We hide behind some boxes. I find it pretty fun.

My mom just got home. Bye!

What Happened

Ok. First things first. Kittens. Allie's family adopted Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. I kept Grizabella and Mistofelilees. Only Macavity had to go to the pound. And the pound called me a week after I dropped her off, saying that she'd been adopted and named Crookshanks.

The family reunion. A TON of relatives came down from Canada. It seemed like there was not one kid that spoke English. They all spoke French. To further confuse things, there was an old grandmotherly lady named Joanna, and our names kept on getting mixed up. Then there was the food. My family brought a frozen berry dessert. But every single one of the relatives was allergic to strawberries! The food they brought was totally weird. The grossest things were as such:

celery, cottage cheese, and peanut salad; cherry-stuffed onions; peanut butter on a stick (be sure to roll in garlic breadcrumbs!); and something called "pear salad", made by putting a canned pear half on a lettuce leaf, adding a blop of mayonnaise, and sprinkling on grated cheese. They also brought a drink made with maple syrup, apple cider, and cranberry juice.

On the bright side, I won't have to go to another family reunion anytime soon.

I've started school. I'm in advanced writing and am the editor for the Sixth Grade Page in the school newspaper. It isn't too bad.

By the way, I'm starting flute soon. I hope to post again sometime within this month.

Very Long-- Read at your own risk

Yes, I now have a pet parakeet. Her name is Sunny. She's blue and very sweet. She lives in a white cage on top of my bookshelf. Grizabella has an annoying habit of sitting on my bed, staring at Sunny, ready to pounce, tail twitching.

Oh. Grizabella's kittens have to go back to the pound. :'-( I don't know which ones to send back. Mom and Dad say I can only keep two cats. So, two kittens or Grizabella and a kitten. I think I'll keep Grizabella. Not many people want a grown cat. But all the kittens are so sweet!

Moving on. I've been making my room nicer with Mom. When I'm finished, most things will be light blue or green. I'm making a green circle-quilt coverlet and a blue and green patchwork bag for my stuffed animals. I have a blue curtain to cover the open part of my wardrobe (it doesn't have a door), one blue and one green curtain to cover my windows, and a nice green, blue, and white woven rug. Very nice. Nothing gauzy for a pet to shred.

The other day Sophie borrowed Mary to get rid of poison ivy. It's a good way to get rid of it. It doesn't harm goats at all.

Sophie, Allie, and I have started a club. Sophie has an old tree house that we've been fixing up. Yesterday we went up there and did a NGTV trifecta. NGTV stands for Night Gown TV. Sophie and Allie laugh their heads off when I do an "afterburner". It's fun.

I will now go to the basement to do gymnastics.

What's been happening

I know, I know. The talent show was almost a week ago. Who cares? This is how it went: it went as planned. The teacher got misty eyes. The play was not great, but reasonably good. The song for the finale was stupid. It was a lot of fun!

Today was the last day of school. At recess, Zoe went over to Sophie and said this: "My suspicions were wrong-- you did get promoted to sixth grade. But you'll obviously be taking LAME english and LOSER math." Sophie could have knocked her flat-- but she didn't. She instead slapped her hard. She said, "As a matter of fact, I'm not taking sixth grade math, but the level above that." Zoe went away. The rest of the day was fine.

More news. I completely caught up in math. Mom and Dad said that as a reward, they would get me something special. Guess what I said. A parakeet! Mom and Dad considered it for a while, then said yes. We're going to pick one out on Saturday.

All in all, everything is fine. I am happy and so is everyone else. Yay!