I missed the last BIBPC category, changed my design again, and my posts are getting less versatile. Huh. I’m on a roll.
Anyway, I’m going to try to win us at least a few points this time. Very like me to post at the last moment, don’t you think?
Pineapple’s still in the lead with 510. Here, have some cake. 🍰
The category this time is Shadows or Reflection. Continue reading BIBPC the Fifth, Category 6
They cast their hopeful eyes on me
The potatoes in the mound
The mangoes looked cautiously
From their pile on the ground.
The tomatoes’ sight followed
When I looked through their lot.
I shook my head at the vendor
“Is this what you’ve got?
“Tomatoes green and raw!
Mangoes undoubtedly sour!
Who will think of buying them?
They’ll be abandoned for sure!”
The vendor shook his turbaned head
And cast a little smile
“I agree that to realize
It takes quite a while.
“But won’t these green tomatoes
Turn mellow one day?
Aren’t these raw mangoes meant
To be yellow one day?”
Remember the story-poem The Sorry Story of an Apple Core (ahem, I published it today. But I just had to do another post) ?
Based on it, I made a story for ages 4-7. And it was a huge success! Of course, there are a few modifications. There are a few activities and facts and stuff like that. And I have changed the title. Here’s a pdf. You can download it.
Hope you like it! I printed mine in the booklet option. It comes our really well.
Unless, of course, your printer is malfunctioning or something. Continue reading A Success! No, a huge success!
After I was plucked
And after I was packed
After I was bought
On me they snacked.
But why me?
Why me did they buy?
I’m in such a sorry plight
That I really want to cry.
When I’m singing my woes
I’m not where I must be
I like the place, but it’s a disgrace
That it is nowhere close to me.
The dustbin! The wonderful dustbin!
I want to be in there!
It is like heaven to an apple core
Of justice, I must have my share!
WHY ME of all apple cores
Must be sitting on this lane?
I would have loved the dustbin
But here, I am in pain.
This awful lane is dusty!
This awful lane is… awful!
And now I know very well
That I’m one unlucky apple.
If all garbage is dumped on the road
All garbage will cry into the mud
And the pain will not be for it, but for you
As the sorry street will flood.
A garbage awareness poem.