Knock on wood

Hello friends, it’s Tuesday, if you can believe it.

I really enjoyed plucking at rhymes and rhythm for today’s prompt, below.

In her poem, “Front Yard Rhyme,” Cecily Parks evokes the sing-songy beats that accompany girls’ clapping games, and jump-rope and skipping rhymes. Today, we challenge you to write your own poem that emulates these songs – something to snap, clap, and jump around to.

The first one I wrote (also first here) didn’t feel very kiddy and also bummed me out, so I took a swing at a light-hearted attempt, too.

Good sport

Itty-bitty city-town
Dollar value’s going down

Baseball-drinking hockey-fights
Desert days go cold by night

Rootin-tootin organ-sound
Thunck-thunck of boots hitting ground

Sand soaking-blood, sand pop-flies
Somewhere else the baby cries

Diamond Dogs Halloween Jack
Hunger City biting back

Tornado rhyme

Cherrywood and thirsty oaks
Lightning flashes thunder croaks
Maple rich mahogany 
Moss leaves and sky all green
Elm walnut birch hickory
Twister turning don’t pick me
Trusty pine and hemlock too
I would never pick on you