TOPIC #6 CUPCAKES

Cupcakes

 

"CUPCAKES" was the name of the game

Those four girls were certainly to blame!

As they approached me, there were giggles in the air.

I STOPPED, looked at them, yelled "Get out of my Hair!"

They wanted to give me a topic for the week.

They wanted a P O E M… my brain started to SQUEAK!

Although I didn’t agree in front of those four,

Words to the poem stood ready at the door.

Just like that! They assembled.

With no effort they resembled…

A tiny marching band all in a row.

They showed they were ready… from head…to…toe.

All that was needed was a way to escape,

But they were being stopped by a BIG PIECE OF TAPE!

The tape was Grandpa, not being very still.

Once he’d sit down, he would then have the will…

To write down the words all ready to go.

He’ll have to write fast, they’ll not be marching out slow!

The morning was there.
He sat down on a chair,

Got paper and pen,
You’ll be surprised that then,

Grandpa let loose the band. He opened the gate.

The words then marched out at a very speedy rate…

Cupcakes are the REAL DEAL;

YUMMY food you don’t have to peel!

Thinking of them can be very dreamy,

Especially when the cakes are so creamy.

The batter was mixed with delicate care.

It was a strawberry blend so pretty, you’d stare…

At how smoothly it poured into each little hole.

It tasted so good, you’d lick from the bowl!

Into the oven, they were placed with great care.

I watched them cook. I stood… right… there.

The timer was on, the minutes went by.

I got worried, I wondered, I wanted to try…

To open the door and see how they were,

But Mom was watching, she said she was sure…

My cupcakes were good, and they would not burn.

That I need to be patient as the second hand turned.

The "done sound" rang, I opened the door

I pulled them out carefully; they didn’t land on the floor.

On the cooling rack in a row they all stood.

Waiting quietly by, I wondered how I would…

Be able to wait, till they had cooled down

When my mind captured a thought that made me frown.

Now getting ready to finish my tasty cup cakes,

… I had not made any frosting for heaven sakes!

I was amazed that my speed and all of my haste

Had caused me to forget this most important of paste.

I had planned a good plan, I had gathered the stuff.

I proceeded with care, the going was rough.

And now at the end, I will readily admit

That I was in such a hurry, I had not paid attention one bit…

To my mom’s sage advice, to write down what I’d do

To make sure I think my task through… and… through.

As I contemplated my problem sitting there in the chair

I saw our dog, which was standing right there…

Wagging her tail, a big smile on her face,

She wanted a cupcake, she wanted a taste!

I stopped feeling so sad and started feeling some glad.

I still had the chance to "Right" by big "Bad".

I gazed at the cupcakes, dreamed how they would look

If I topped them with frosting like a picture in the book.

My Mom helped me find what seemed just right

I started my work, I used all my might.

In the bowl I added all that was needed AND THEN

I stirred as fast as I could AND WHEN…

My arms just couldn’t, wouldn’t stir any more

My mother was standing, watching from the door.

She smiled and said "You’re doing so well!"

She came over to help me. My arms nearly fell…

From my shoulders as I sat on the floor;

I wondered if cupcakes could be found in the store.

Mom whipped up the frosting in no time at all.

She pulled up a chair, said "Be careful don’t fall"

She showed me how to frost each cupcake with care.

I did it so well, though some got in my hair.

Just like that, they were assembled

In their glory, they resembled…

A tiny marching band all in a row;

Each cupcake with its very own glow!

I stared in amazement, I started to beam,

Because Mom and I are such a great team!

 

Topic assignment by Katelyn, Keira, Riley & Arwen (The 4 Giggle Girls, all 10 years old)

December 2014

in Mint Hill, North Carolina

TOPIC #5 SOUND THE ALARM!

My dad, he called the Police that night.

My Mom, she shook her head in fright.

The damage done to me was bad

Just thinking about it made me mad.

Not one, but two were missing there.

They just fell out! It was a scare!

I’m only seven! I said in despair.

Certainly… this MUST BE RARE…

To have your teeth fall right-out-of-your-head

While you are just laying so comfy in bed.

Back and forth and side to side

I wiggled them, I made them slide.

I moved them ‘till I could feel them under

They were so lose I began to wonder…

If they’d stay through another day.

Perhaps I’d lose them when I went to play.

My wonder would not last too long

For in a moment, they were GONE!

I could not decide… my eyes went wide.

I tried to be brave, but I still cried.

My mom came running oh so fast

She said the pain would not last.

The teeth were taken, cleaned, and placed in a cup.

She said "It’s OK if you’d like to get up".

I said alright and leaned on the wall

Pulled up my pajamas and went down the hall.

I went into the bathroom and gave a big stare.

I opened my mouth and saw NOTHING WAS THERE!

Now I guess it’s not so bad ‘cause I’ve been told…

"You will look just that way, when you are old".

But for now, I’m glad they will grow back in.

It may take a long while, but I’ll have a NICE GRIN.

Topic  assignment made by Tyler, who said "I am not going to tell you the topic, I am going to show you"  He then opened his mouth to show that his two front teeth were MISSING!   November 2014 in Mint Hill, North Carolina

TOPIC #4 BROWNIES

Brownies

"Brownies" was the topic, she gave to me that day.

T’was difficult to ponder a poem to start that way

So I considered other ways to make the verses happen.

I’d have to pay attention, and not do any napp’in.

 

 

The first thoughts that came to me

were that I would like to be

A baker from a town named "Brownies"

And make special treats for the people called "Frownies".

 

 

It wasn’t their fault they were always so sad.

I just wanted to help them feel some "GLAD".

I’d whip up a batch of brownies so snappy,

It would sure make the Frownies seem happy.

 

 

I went to work very early one day

Before the sun came out to play.

I lit the fire in the oven so big

And searched for the secret, I began to dig.

 

 

Book after book I stopped to read

"Find the best ‘BEST’ to help this big need!"

I pondered, and thought, I searched and prayed.

"Please help them be hopeful", but the answer delayed.

 

 

 

The morning had happened, so I opened the shop,

And business was busy, so it made me hop.

I’d say "Hi!" to all who came through the door,

And hug them so big, they’d come off the floor!

 

 

I invited them all to sit and to stay,

And have a big breakfast,

I’d show them the way…

To solve each problem they would face that day

 

 

I’d serve up some brownies, delivered with a smile.

We’d chat about life, and after a while,

They’d be happy all day. As if in a trance

Soon they all smiled, played music and danced.

 

 

My friends certainly loved to taste my good brownies

But the very best thing that came to the Frownies

Was the love they felt each day in my shop…

It made me so happy when they all began calling me "Pop!"

TOPIC assignment  by Keira (9 years old)

November 2014

in Mint Hill, North Carolina



TOPIC #3 COOKIES

Cookies

 

Cookies are my favorite stuff

But making them can be really rough.

You mix the flour, and make the dough;

It takes an hour, which goes... so... slow.

 

The chocolate chips are added then,

Keep pouring ‘til you remember when…

I filled the bowl, chips went so high

My mother asked "Why? Why!? Why!!?"

 

I told her that the chips are good!

She answered that "You probably should…

Follow the steps found in the book.

It would be a good idea if you’d look".

 

I said "ok!", and continued on cooking.

The oven ready, I placed them in

And went to play;

...it was a sin,

‘Cause when the lights and sirens came,

There was only me to blame.

The smoke had completely filled the house.

I felt so bad, as tiny as a mouse.

 

Well...

 

 

That was then, and this is now,

So if you listen, I’ll tell you how...

I open the book and find the page

To make some cookies that’ll be the rage.

 

I measure the dry,

And measure the drips,

But every time…

I count the chips!

 

 

Topic assignment by Anakha-Marie (12 years old)

September 2014

in Roy, Utah