Mama said that today we didn’t have to go to school-
We believed her and became an April Fool.
-2015-
Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose – MEinRhyme-And Everything Else I've Written In Given Time
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in A Child's Time-In Simple Rhyme Tags: A Child's Time-In Simple Rhyme, April Fool, Fun, Mary Elizabeteh Rumsey, Poetry, Rhyme, School, Tales, Three, Tricked
Mama said that today we didn’t have to go to school-
We believed her and became an April Fool.
-2015-
05 Mar 2023 Leave a comment
in Gonna Try It-Not On A Diet Tags: Childhood, Easter basket, Gonna Try It-Not On A Diet, History, Kids, News, Poetry, Rhyme, Rule, Rummage, School
07 Aug 2022 Leave a comment
in Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose Tags: Changes, Dog, Little Man, MEinRhyme, Playmate, School
Little Man watched out the window-
He saw his playmate, on the school bus,
ride away slow.
.
It had been different the whole summer long-
With no schedule, to worry about, the playtime
was strong.
.
Little Man would run and catch the ball-
He’d slide all the way down the hall.
.
Little Man would sleep in late-
Knowing that when he awoke, all
day long, he’d have his playmate.
.
But, suddenly things began to change-
Little Man’s life was in full re-arrange.
.
His playmate was no longer there during
the day-
For quite a while, the playmate would be
away.
.
School had begun, and for Little Man, he
had to adjust-
To wait for his playmate to come home,
patience was a must.
.
So he chewed on his bone, and hung
around until that yellow school bus
came back-
And, then life for Little Man, would get
back on track.
.
Little Man watched out the window-
He saw his playmate, on the school bus,
ride away slow.
-2011-
21 Apr 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2012 Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Grains, Home, Houston Chronicle, http://commons.chron.com/MaryElizabeth, Hunger pain, Hungry, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Meats, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Poetry, Rhyme, School, Students, The Highlight Of The Day-In My Own Way, USDA, Work
1. At home.
2. At work.
3. At school.
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Obviously, the students are not getting enough to eat-
So the USDA is going to allow more grains and meat.
19 Apr 2022 1 Comment
in Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Bell ring, Golden rule, Last day, Little Red Schoolhouse, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Poetry, Rhyme, School, Summer fun
It was the last day, of school-
A vacation, away, from that golden rule.
.
The children heard that school bell ring-
And, suddenly they were off to their vacation thing.
.
The little red schoolhouse was suddenly-
My goodness, it was downright empty.
.
For the children were off, to the land, of fun-
Aside, from the home chores that had to be done.
.
It was 1900, and the new century had just begun-
The favorite activity, at this time, was to just set out
and run.
.
To run fast and as far as one could-
To be out of sight, there in the wood.
.
To come across that favorite spring-
To swim and take care of the fishing thing.
.
To fulfill that ultimate wish-
To bring home at least 3 huge fish.
.
The summers were long, and the children
savored it at best-
To climb trees, to hunt for berries, to
get plenty, of rest.
.
The time would come again, to pay attention
to that golden rule-
But, for right now, the children were going
to enjoy every moment, of the summer,
out of school.
.
It was the last day of school-
A vacation away, from that golden rule.
-2012-
17 Apr 2022 Leave a comment
in Gonna Try It-Not On A Diet Tags: Childhood, Easter basket, Gonna Try It-Not On A Diet, History, Kids, News, Poetry, Rhyme, Rule, Rummage, School
16 Apr 2022 1 Comment
in Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose Tags: Breeze, Bugs, Children, Flowers, Fun, Gone, Jar, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Poetry, Rhyme, School, Summer, Trees, Yard
The children ran out to play-
They were going to have a fun day.
.
It was sunny enough-
To do the really fun stuff.
.
Like climbing trees-
And, enjoying the breeze.
.
Searching for bugs, in the grass-
Collecting sme of them, in a jar glass.
.
Picking flowers, for mother, of course-
Just having fun, looking at the neighbor’s horse.
.
Realizing that one day, that this could not go on-
Gee, the summer had moved on, and it was about gone.
.
There would come a day when-
That thing called school, would once again begin.
The children ran out to play-
They were going to have a fun day.
06 Apr 2022 Leave a comment
in Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose Tags: Breeze, Bugs, Children, Flowers, Fun, Gone, Jar, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Poetry, Rhyme, School, Summer, Trees, Yard
The children ran out to play-
They were going to have a fun day.
.
It was sunny enough-
To do the really fun stuff.
.
Like climbing trees-
And, enjoying the breeze.
.
Searching for bugs, in the grass-
Collecting sme of them, in a jar glass.
.
Picking flowers, for mother, of course-
Just having fun, looking at the neighbor’s horse.
.
Realizing that one day, that this could not go on-
Gee, the summer had moved on, and it was about gone.
.
There would come a day when-
That thing called school, would once again begin.
The children ran out to play-
They were going to have a fun day.
05 Apr 2022 Leave a comment
in Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 2008 Tags: Audience, Cherish, Childhood, Forever, History, Ponder, Reading, Rhyme, School, Stage program, Writing
1. The audience showed up on time, and the show ran
smoothly.
2. The children were cute and sang their songs well.
3. You took enough pictures and video, of your child, to
spend the rest of your life pondering over it again
and again.
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The show always has more shine-
When a child walks out, and you think, that one is mine.
03 Apr 2022 Leave a comment
in The New That Happened To Unfold-From The Old Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Deadlines, Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, School, Spring break, Suddenly, The New That Happened To Unfold-From The Old, Three, Whatever, Writing