FLY PIE

The spiders are having
a Halloween party.
They've glitzed up their web
to make it look arty.

They're busy catching
bees, gnats, and flies,
to offer as 
Halloween pies.

     Here is your poetry challenge for today:  pick a locale or an animal and have a party.  What would the animals eat at their party?  What party games would they play?  Can you write a poem about that?  Would the ocean animals bob for apples?  Would woodland creatures play pin the limb on the tree rather than pin the tail on the donkey?  There are so many possibilities.  Have fun with your writing.

SPIDER ART

Warning:  It's Monday and I'm being a little naughty today.  I'm using one of the favorite words of third grade boys in my poem.  It makes them laugh to say the word.
     I once submitted a poem about our desert storms-- Haboobs, to a publisher.  She wrote back that she couldn't take the poem because teachers didn't need  a group of giggling fourth graders to try to control when the poem had flying boobs in it.
    So if you're concerned about having giggles in your classroom, do not share this poem with a class of elementary students.

SPIDER ART

When spiders fart,
and they sometimes do,
they parachute spinnerets
into the blue.

So if you see a web
of pure elegance,
it might be art
or just flatulence.

   Actually this poem does have the virtue of building vocabulary.  Children can be learn the polite way to refer to flatulence.
   For your poetry challenge for today, can you write your own spider poem?  Have fun writing and I hope you did giggle today.  I'll try to clean up my act for tomorrow.

A spider wove
an elegant web
then dangled down
by a single thread.

The wind blew,
he started to sway
and then the spider
drifted away.

I'd like to be that spider
dangling by a thread
but I think that if I tried it
I'd surely bump my head.


     Is Autumn a time for spiders in your part of the world?  I've been watching a spider weave a web today.  I know the web won't last, or for that matter the spider won't last long either.  But, it is something magical to watch.  Can you write your own poem about something you've watched today?  Hmmm, this gets me thinking about the loose thread on a sweater button worn by my friend.  I've been wondering for some time now how long the thread will dangle there before someone grabs it and off comes the button.  Oh, I can feel a poem brewing.  Do you ever get that feeling?  Hope you have fun writing.