Words for this week's 10-word challenge are: spaghetti, woe is me, mythology, avarice, windy, pathetic, paper towels, water, all my children, books
And for the mini: best deals of the week, Nobel Peace Prize, sleep deprived, cauliflower, practice
A Mega Challenge
Woe is Me
Spaghetti doesn’t grow on trees
All my children’s books have fleas
No Nobel Peace Prize for me I think
Sleep deprived I sink and sink
Best deals of the week are gone
Half price cauliflower ends at dawn
Windy gusts caused water spills
Pathetic loss of morning pills
Monsters from Greek mythology
Practice screaming just for me
Avarice and personal greed
Paper towels start to bleed
Woe is me!
I hallucinate
All my children’s books have fleas
No Nobel Peace Prize for me I think
Sleep deprived I sink and sink
Best deals of the week are gone
Half price cauliflower ends at dawn
Windy gusts caused water spills
Pathetic loss of morning pills
Monsters from Greek mythology
Practice screaming just for me
Avarice and personal greed
Paper towels start to bleed
Woe is me!
I hallucinate
The Ten Word Challenge
The Story of Woe Is Me
Once a week, after a great spaghetti and worm banquet served on paper towels, Grandma Shingles gathers all my children around her and tells the little dragons stories from our great mythology. She never uses books but always recites from memory. This is one of her favorite stories.The Story of Woe Is Me
Long ago and far away there lived a very small pathetic looking dragon known only as Woe Is Me . He lived on the bottom of a windy hill right next to a large body of water. He was a kind and gentle dragon who did not have an ounce of avarice in his entire body.
Woe Is Me lived in a nice little dragon house and that was his problem and cause of his woe. Twice a year the wind from the mountain would tear the roof off of his house and blow it away. Then poor Woe Is Me would have to shape shift to his human form and put on a new roof. It was a real pain. He hated doing it. He hated his human shape. He hated life.
One day when Woe Is Me was hungry he chased a bear into a cave. The bear was delicious but as he finished eating something a massive dragon thought came to him. “ Wind can’t blow the roof off of caves”. With some decorations, with a few friendly items, a cave would be a wonderful place to live.
And that’s how dragons came to live in caves and Woe Is Me became Great Cave Trueheart for whom all dragons give thanks.
Three cheers for Woe Is Me. What a clever dragon he was...Boy he must have some huge stomach to eat an entire bear LOL. Now a spaghetti and worm banquet sounds well strange. Well done Fandango :) Have a great weekend :)
ReplyDeleteI love the dragon story!
ReplyDeleteWell done! Loved your poem and the story of how dragons came to live in caves is another wonderful piece of dragon lore. Happy almost New Year to you and all the dragons!
ReplyDeleteThat was a very colourful hallucination! And, oddly enough, I have always wanted to live in a cave. Merry Christmas, dragons!
ReplyDeleteI have always wondered how dragons came to live in caves. Thank you for sharing that bit of lore. AND, you might have fewer hallucinations if you didn't gorge on winter-fattened bear just before bed.
ReplyDeletei enjoyed both pieces.
ReplyDeletesmiles,
That is a great story. You should make that into a chrildrens book. I love it.
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