A girl believes that her mother will be angry with her and fears to go home. |
Writer's Cramp:Write a story or poem containing a duck, a shower and a trip down memory lane. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Memory Lane I knew that I was late For the sky grew very dark But I still couldn’t locate What I’d left in the park. Mom would surely scold, Since I’d lost my shoe, And I was getting cold. I didn’t know what to do. Then came the showers Which wet my yellow dress. I picked Mom some flowers, But slipped. Oh, what a mess! What would Mother say? She was sure to be mad. Why’d it happen this way? She’d think I was oh, so bad! So I thought I had no choice, And I began to cry. “Quack,” I heard a voice Coming from nearby. I turned ‘round to look And saw an angry duck. “This is my brook. Why sit in all my yuck?” He quacked aloud at me. I’d never spoken to a duck, Not one right by my knee! “Ack!” I said. “What awful luck, A scolding duck!” and I bolted up. Without a word, I ran away. Then Mom said, “Ah, my pup, Where did you play? You remind me so of me.” She began to laugh, Then brewed us tea, As I took my bath. I scrubbed my face And washed my hair And donned a gown of lace. Then Mom began to share What she had done at eight. Outside the sky poured rain While we opened the gate That mom called Memory Lane. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |