A WILD RIDE

A fairy rides on a toad 
who is white.
She giggles and laughs
and sings with delight.

They jump through the forest
where her flower beds loom.
And she whispers to me
It's magic that makes
my garden bloom.

Her pansies are bigger
than that white toad,
as together they leap
on down the road.


     Elves, brownies, pixies and fairies, all kinds of wee folk live in the forest.  When she isn't riding on her toad, what do you think the fairy is doing?  Can you write a poem about that today?  Have fun?

Santa's Cat

Santa couldn't find his cat.
He wondered where she was at.

He looked in the kitchen
and under the stairs.
He looked in his workshop.
But the cat wasn't there.
 
He checked with the elves
and his reindeer, 
they both said,
"We haven't seen her here."

Santa thought she'd run away
until he checked
inside his sleigh.

There with the cat,
Santa couldn't believe his eyes,
mewed eight little kittens--
a big surprise.

So if this Christmas eve
in your stocking you find
a sweet little kitten
from Santa's cat.
She doesn't mind.


     Happy Monday.  I'm going to Phoenix today to have some poetry fun with the students at Esperanza Music Academy.   I hope you have a fun day too.  for your poetry challenge today, can you write a poem about Santa's dog.  It doesn't need to rhyme, but let me know what kind of dog he is.  What does he look like?  What does he like to eat?  What does he do?  
      Have fun writing your poem.