Spatulence
When
will we ever, ever learn?
Her job
is just one thing: to turn
the
pancakes so they will not burn.
But
when we call her to the task
(golden
brown is all we ask)
she
does not hop to speedy fast.
We
shake the pan; she won’t come near.
She sticks
her fingers in her ears,
shows
us that she will not hear,
singing “Spatu-la-la-la-la-la,
spatu-la-la-la-la-la!”
I will say, I don't know about this one...what do YOU think? Get lots of helpful opinions at the PF Round-up, hosted today by Liz at Elizabeth Steinglass!
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I love it! Soon you're going to have the whole utensil drawer!
ReplyDeleteThis works for me. Actually I think it might be about me. The only line that doesn't quite work for me is "she does not hop to speedy fast." I mean, yes, that describes me, but I think the line could be smoother. It's clear her brain's escaped, and fast!? Maybe you need to replace fast. But overall, yes, it's working.
ReplyDeleteLove the title! Here's my response:
ReplyDelete"Poor Spatula"
She's smooth, she's strong, she works a lot.
It's not her fault that Griddle's...hot.
Heidi,
ReplyDeleteI read your poem and thought it would work well as a group project with kids helping on the "la-la's" much like the repetition of Matt's shovel in his poem posted today. Then I saw his comment.
There must be something going on over in The Poets Garage. Is there something fun in the water?
Love! (Agree with Liz about tripping over the speedy fast line a bit, though.)
ReplyDeleteThe ending is perfect!!
It's sweet and made me laugh. :-)
ReplyDeleteTake Matt's line, if he's offering. I love the rhythm of this poem. Like Liz, the line that didn't word was "she does not hop to speedy fast." I had to read it twice to get the rhythm of it with a pause after to. Should hop-to be hyphenated? Thanks for sharing your utensil project with us. Fun!
ReplyDeleteI like this one for me, but I'm not sure it's as accessible for kids. Spatulence -- HA!
ReplyDeleteReally fun, but I have to tell you when I read the title I was expecting that spatula to be spitting farts on the griddle. Must be a seventh grade mind checking in somewhere.
ReplyDeleteThe title is a poem all by itself! Not sure I made the connection between the title and the rest of the poem, but I had no problem enjoying the merits of both.
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