Maya Ming

Maya Ming
Young Maya Ming sat down at the table,
asked the mother what was for dinner.
The mother replied, "It's something quite yummy.
Tonight's meal is surely a winner."

She got out the food and Maya helped set
the forks, the spoons and the plates.
She folded the napkins, pulled out the seats
and lined the glasses up straight.


Then eyeing the food, she noticed the meal
selection was second to none.
Chicken nuggets with honey, strawberries and bread,
they were all her favorites, but one...

GREEN BEANS!  YUCK!

"Green beans, green beans. Icky old mean beans. I hate green beans."

She said, as she crossed her arms to her chest,
"Green beans are gross. French fries are best!"

But the mother, she would not allow
young Maya to throw them away.
"You at least have to try and eat three whole bites
before I will let you go play."

"But mom," cried sweet Maya, "it just isn't fair.
You know that I hate them. Don't make me!"
Her mother replied, "Three bites, Maya Ming.
And don't even think you can fake me!"

So grumbling, Maya picked up a lone bean,
all skinny and green and so yucky,
gingerly placed it on the tip of her tongue
and considered herself most unlucky.

CHEW, CHEW, CHEW, CHEW, GULP!

One down, two more to go!

"Green beans, green beans. Icky old mean beans. I hate green beans."

She said, as she wrinkled her forehead and nose,
"I'd really prefer mashed potatoes."

With two more to go, Maya almost gave up,
the thought was ever so foul.
She picked up another, put it in her mouth,

and swallowed it down with a scowl.

CHEW, CHEW, CHEW, CHEW, GULP!

Two down, one more to go!

"Green beans, green beans. Icky old mean beans. I hate green beans."

She said, as she placed her head twixt her knees,
"I'd really like broccoli with cheese."

"One more, Maya Ming," the mother reminded.
"Then dessert. Perhaps ice cream or pie."
So Maya picked up another lone bean,
and she gave it just one more try.

CHEW, CHEW, CHEW, CHEW, GULP!

Oh flibbera-gasp! The look of surprise
flew into young Miss Maya Ming's eyes.
And she said...

"Green beans, green beans, fit for a queen beans. I love green beans!"

And so, Maya ate every last one,
then had dessert when she was done.

Melancholy Ever After

Adelaide Kloof
Once upon a thatched little roof,
there sat a young girl named Adelaide Kloof.
Adelaide Kloof was enamored of stars.
She studied black holes. She dreamt about Mars.
A family of astronauts, Adelaide had
and being the youngest made Adi quite sad.
For she alone had not yet been there
to that world up above where the brave only dare.
Her family would all get their space jackets on
and leave for a journey a month or two long.
And Adelaide Kloof wished with all of her might
that once, they'd allow her to go on a flight.
And she watched as her sisters, all five, climbed into
the rocket ship, each bidding Adi adieu.
And the father would kiss her on top of the head,
but no matter how much young Adelaide pled,
he told her, "Sweet Adi, you're too young to go."
And the mother said, "Darling, we have to say no."
So Adi was left to contemplate stars
and dream of black holes and journeys to Mars.
One cold, rainy night, while the family prepared
for a journey the (almost) whole family could share,
poor Adelaide felt quite left out indeed
as the mother got ready the things she would need
to go spend the month with her uncle and aunt
while everyone went on the family space jaunt.
And Adelaide couldn't help but to wince
to think of her cousin, so naive and dense,
inanely conversing of boys or her hair,
which to Adelaide sounded like so much hot air.
"Now the McGees have allowed you to stay at their place,"
the mother said sternly. "You be nice to Grace."
"But why can't I just this once go with you?"
Young Adelaide whined. "I want to come too."
But the mother said no and to her cousin's, she went
and when she saw Gracie, she started to vent.
"They won't let me go. They say I'm too young."
She balled up her fists. She wagged her sharp tongue.
Grace picked a dress for school the next day
and waited til Adelaide had had her say.
She got dressed for bed and started to yawn
and then questioned simply, "Why not just sneak on?"
Adelaide's eyes lit up at the thought
and grabbing her things, she started to plot.
"If I can, unnoticed, simply sneak aboard,
I can hide in the room where the cargo is stored.
And after a week, we'll be far enough out,
they'll be incapable of changing route."
Out of the window, and onto the roof,
away from the house, snuck Adelaide Kloof.
She came to the rocket, quickly got aboard.
The floor started shaking. The engines, they roared.
So Adelaide Kloof went up into space
and gasped when the moon uncovered its face,
and the Milky Way danced as the comets raced by.
Adelaide was so happy, she felt she could cry.
For three endless days, Adelaide was content
to watch the stars gleam and sparkle and glint,
but on the third night, she thought she'd explore.
She pushed away boxes and found the room door.
She wandered around, a bit lost in the night,
doing her best to stay out of sight.
She saw the control room, examined the bridge,
then got rather hungry and opened the fridge.
She got out an apple and some astronaut goop,
which said it was pizza, but looked more like soup.
And she got out some cake, with white icing on top,
and ate almost half before she could stop.
"Back to my room," said Adelaide Kloof
and she picked up her crumbs to not leave any proof.
And on her way back, she spotted the dad
and having to hide made her feel rather sad.
But when she got back, she tripped on a wire
which started a spark that turned into a fire!
The family observed the cargo bay flame,
and not knowing who or what was to blame,
they scurried around and started to shout,
"We must open the gate, so the fire can get out."
So with one accord, they sealed off the door,
opened the gate and watched everything soar
out into space, but couldn't see from their view,
that with all their stuff went Adelaide too.
So, from that moment on, Adi soared with the stars,
out with the black holes and planets like Mars.

Melancholy Ever After *Warning - contains violence*

Vivienne Vance

Vivienne Vance had very long hair
that hung down so far, people often would stare.
It dragged on the floor, as she walked through the room.
She many times used it instead of a broom.
"Please wash it," the mother would beg her in vain,
but Vivi found washing to be such a pain.
She wasn't well-liked by the kids at her school.
They called her bad names and acted quite cruel.
At lunch, all the boys would wait for their chance
to step on the hair of poor Vivienne Vance.
The girls would then giggle and begin to make fun.
Poor Vivi had no friends, not a single one.
So Vivi began to talk to her hair,
the only thing near that seemed likely to care.
Her hair picked up dirt and the trash on the ground.
It began picking up whatever it found.
In fact, it began to act on its own -
then came the day Vivi first heard it groan!
Vivienne turned to see who was there
and saw there was no one around but her hair.
She picked up her hair, all matted and black.
She peered at her hair and her hair peered right back!
"Are you alive?" she asked it in fright.
Her hands trembled slightly, her skin turned pale white.
"Do not be alarmed," the hair kindly replied.
"I'll be your best friend. I'll be on your side."
So Viv and her hair resolved right there and then
no matter what, they'd remain always friends.
The next day before school, Viv explained to her hair
that her schoolmates were mean and life wasn't fair.
The hair replied, "You let me worry with them.
They seem rather silly. They seem rather dim."
So Vivienne Vance and her hair went to school
and right away someone made Vivi the fool.
Freddy O'Shane, with a devilish grin,
Wrinkled his forehead and rubbed at his chin.
Then he took a GREAT leap and he jumped in the air
and landed right down on top of her hair.
Poor Vivienne cried and massaged her poor head,
but her hair was quite bent on destroying cruel Fred.
It followed him down the crowded hallway.
It wrapped round his ankles and held him at bay.
And then it moved up and squeezed round his chest,
and whispered so softly, "O'Shane is a pest."
And then it moved on and wrapped round his neck
And Freddy O'Shane was a nervous wreck.
"Now, tell her you're sorry," it said in his ear.
"And say it quite loud for the whole school to hear."
And Freddy O'Shane yelled as loud as he could,
"I'm so sorry, Vivi. From now on, I'll be good."
And the hair then released him and fell to the floor
and Freddy ran screaming right out the school door.
And the rest of the day, no one bothered the girl.
In fact, the whole day was kind of a whirl.
In the hallway, the kids would get out of her path.
They gave her their treats and they helped her with Math.
And Vivienne knew that her hair was the one
that helped to make school time so happy and fun.
And Vivi, so pleased with her best, only friend,
she failed to acknowledge an alarming new trend.
The hair was not happy to simply scare Fred.
It was fairly convinced he'd be better off dead.
And Viv turned a blind eye, when behind her back;
the hair found a white-handled knife in a sack,
concealed in the sand, right next to the slide
and Vivienne's hair was a great place to hide
something so secret as a white-handled blade,
but neither saw Ed Bologna as he played.
And neither the hair, nor Vivienne Vance,
watched little Ed as he stole a quick glance.
When evening appeared, to bed Viv had to go.
Her hair saw its chance and it started to grow!
And that night, as Vivienne went off to sleep,
her hair opened the window and started to creep...
It crept down the driveway and then down the road,
across cars and streetlights and grass, freshly mowed,
and into the bedroom of Freddy O'Shane
and the knife nestled nicely inside of his brain.
And Vivienne Vance awoke in a fright,
when the hair ambled back in the dark, musty night.
"What have you done?" she asked her dear friend,
who vindictively answered, "I'd loose ends to mend"
and Viv understood what she had to do.
She turned on the water; a warm bath she drew.
And Vivienne Vance began washing her hair
and it gasped in the water, "Please, give me some air!"
But Vivienne Vance, with a resolve newly found,
continued to wash, til her hair at last...
Drowned.

Laurel Lorrigan

Laurel Lorrigan

Laurel Lorrigan,

who hailed from Oregon,

would only wear pink argyle socks.

A purple tutu,

A sunhat of blue

and a scarf that looked like a fox.

The mother would say,

"Please put those away

and try on that dress from Aunt Dawn."

But no matter her plea,

Laurel simply would flee,

and stick to the clothes she had on.

The mother, being sly,

decided to try

bargaining with Laurel to change.

She bought her a crown

and a lovely ballgown

if the ensemble, she would exchange.

For awhile, Laurel mused

but ultimately refused,

though she wanted the crown quite immensely.

It was just so abrupt.

She couldn't give up

all the things she had loved so intensely.

But after making the call,

she noticed that all

those things, they seemed less exciting.

Her skirt, it was torn.

Her hat was quite worn

and the fox scarf was much less inviting.

And so, Laurel Lorrigan,

still living in Oregon,

retired tutu, the hat and the fox

and now wears a crown

and a lovely ballgown

all with her pink argyle socks.

 

The Blogging Question

So, I just finished school yesterday. Now that I have free time again, I am not sure what to do with it, so I figure: why not blog? I like to write children's stories, so I am guessing the majority of my blog postings will be just that, with maybe a survey-type blog every now and again (just to give insight into my personality). Nothing fancy. And I certainly don't want to just blog about my mundane life, because as the adjective suggests, it's not that interesting. :0)
Enjoy!