Monday, June 30, 2014

The Monster Under the Bed


by Shel Silverstein 

"There are hungry monsters under my bed,

Growlin' at me 'cause they haven't been fed."

That's what Harry McGilly said.

His father just smiled and said,

"Ho-ho-ho, fraidy-cat Harry,

Monsters are just imaginary."

But Harry McGilly cried out all night,

"There are hungry monsters—I know I'm right."

So just to prove that Harry was silly,

Under the bed crawled Mr. McGilly.

Harry heard a "chomp," he heard a "slurp,"

He heard a "gulp," he heard a "burp."

And now little Harry sleeps sound in his bed,

'Cause there are no monsters, as father said.

(And if there are—well—they've been fed.)

The monster daylights as a bookmark.  He can be found here:

Saturday, June 14, 2014

A 15-Beader Hop (A 15-Beader Hop)

(to be sung to the tune of the "Gilligan's Island Theme Song")
(except for the part where I name the beaders of the beadie islands)

Just sit right back and you'll take a trip, 
A trip on an ocean hop

That started from my own Bead Cave 
And goes until you stop. 

The host is a mighty beading babe
With published works and such. 
She favors ocean themes and so
This hop shows Lisa's touch. 

The beads arrived by US mail, 
In color green and teal, 
With findings, fish and anchor beads
To make the beaders squeal.  (Make the beaders squeal.)

The blog set out on the shores of the uncharted blogosphere,
And Wanderware
Here on Lisa's Blog Hop

So this is the tale of beading babes,
We string and wrap and weave,
We hope you like our beadie things
Because we'll never leave. 

Please join us for this beadie hop, 
And see what we create, 

From 15 crazy beading babes, 
In our most recent spate.