Mix ‘n’ Match Mini Writing Challenge – Week #2!

I hope everyone ate their Wheaties this morning because it’s time for the Mix ‘n’ Match Mini Writing Challenge Week #2!!!

 

Mix 'n' Match Mini Writing Challenge

Mix ‘n’ Match Mini is a writing challenge for anyone who needs a little boost or a little encouragement to get writing. . . or maybe just a little fun during this bizarre stay-at-home spring!

You get to write your own story, enjoy and be entertained by everyone else’s stories, and get yourself in the running for some awesome prizes (please see the end of the blog post for a list of all the prize goodies!)

For a full description of the challenge or to enter your Week #1 entry, please go HERE

 

Let’s jump into Week #2!

Mix ‘n’ Match Mini Writing Prompt #2 for Week of May 18:

Last week we played with characters, setting, and emotion, or a combination, depending on where your eenie meenie miney moe-ing landed you. 😊   This week we’re going to play with Point of View!

Eenie meenie miney moe, choose a Nursery Rhyme below. . . and rewrite its story (for kids) in 100 words from the point of view of someone or something else mentioned in (or conceivably associated with) the rhyme.  For example, if you choose Humpty Dumpty from the list, you can write the story of that famous tumbling egg incident from the point of view of the wall, or one of the king’s horses, or one of the king’s men, or a tree hanging over the wall watching the drama unfold, or the grass underneath that got landed on, or the chicken that laid Humpty Dumpty to begin with, or anything else you dream up! Post your story in the comment section below to get your Week #2 entry in!

  • Stories can rhyme or not – totally up to you!
  • You can go under or over 100 words if you want to – also totally up to you! – 100 is a guideline
  • If you’re deeply inspired by another Nursery Rhyme that is not on the list below you can use that instead – as long as you rewrite a nursery rhyme from a different point of view from the original – the purpose here is inspiration and to get you writing!
  • For simplicity’s sake (and to aid skimming readers who might be interested in a particular thing) please say which rhyme and what point of view you’re using at the top of your entry along with your word count.

Choose a rhyme: (rhymes included for your convenience in remembering the words 😊)

Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

Hickory Dickory Dock
Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down
Hickory dickory dock.

Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck two
The mouse went “boo!”
Hickory dickory dock.

Three… the mouse went weeee
Four…The mouse went “no more!”

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky, twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.

Jack And Jill
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

Up Jack got, and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper,
He went to bed to mend his head,
With vinegar and brown paper

There Was A Crooked Man
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
and they all lived together in a little crooked house.

 

Here’s a little sample 😊

 

Week #2: Humpty Dumpty, POV of lawn beneath the wall (199 words)

Rock Til You Drop

Okay, so technically? It might be that Humpty Dumpty didn’t exactly fall off that wall.

It was the night of the Rock ‘Til You Drop Dance Contest, and that egg head was taunting me.

“I’m going to win!” he boasted. “You can’t rock and you can’t roll!”

He showed off his moves, rocking and rolling on his round behind.

I was green with envy.  But I wouldn’t let him mow me down.

“I may be lawn,” I shouted back, “but I can sway to the beat better than you!”

I showed off my moves. Swish! Swoosh!

Then I laid it down.  “Besides, I’m taller than you.  No one will even see you!”

I watched him boil.  He knew I was right.

“Unless. . .” I said slyly, “you get up on that wall. . .”

Humpty enlisted one of the king’s horses to help him up.  He teetered on top.  “Just watch me shake my booty!” he gloated.

The beat boomed.

“Shake-shake-shake!” I dared him.

Humpty shook.

But the wall was narrow.

Too narrow for that big-bottomed-boy!

Rock…

…roll…

BLAM!

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall!

I won!

I had egg on my face, but it was worth it!

 

 

So come join the fun! Get some writing done! Encourage your kids (or students) to give it a try! Or just have a good time together reading what other folks have written!

Ready, set, WRITE! 😊

(And remember, for full details on the 7 week challenge you can check HERE)

 

Check out the Week #2 stories!

 

The Water’s Tale – Jess Murray (Jack & Jill, water’s POV)

The Moon Above The World So High – Candice Marley Conner (Twinkle Twinkle, moon’s POV)

I Am Not Afraid – Genevieve Petrillo (Itsy Bitsy Spider, Little Miss Muffet’s POV)

Jack And Jill Continued… – Colleen Owen Murphy (Jack & Jill, Jill’s POV)

No Running In My House! – Elizabeth Meyer Zu Heringdorf (Hickory Dickory, clock’s POV)

Twinkle Twinkle Neon Light – Corine Timmer (Twinkle Twinkle, star POV)

Little Miss Muffet – Susan Inez (Little Miss Muffet)

Children, Children – Rose Cappelli (Twinkle Twinkle, star POV)

Star’s Reply – Sue Lancaster (Twinkle Twinkle, star POV)

Not Again! – Dot Anson (Hey Diddle Diddle, moon’s POV)

The Clock Snaps – Sara Ackerman (Hickory Dickory, clock’s POV)

Cutie Lamb – Jamie Bechtelheimer (Mary Had A Little Lamb, lamb’s POV)

A Little Crooked Smile – Brittany Pomales (There Was A Crooked Man, house’s POV)

Twinkle Twinkle, Little Bear – Brenda Whitehead (Twinkle Twinkle, star POV)

Who’s To Blame? – Sue Lancaster (Jack & Jill, multiple POVs)

Teacher Had A Long School Day – Amy Flynn (Mary Had A Little Lamb, teacher’s POV)

The Clock – Linda Schueler (Hickory Dickory, clock’s POV)

There Was A Crooked Man – Barbara Renner (There Was A Crooked Man, cat’s POV)

Baa Baa Black Sheep – Shariffa Keshavjee (Baa Baa Black Sheep)

The Wall And The Fall – Michelle S. Kennedy (Humpty Dumpty, wall’s POV)

Look! A Crook! – Jill Lambert (There Was A Crooked Man, stile’s POV)

Hickory Dickory Dock – Susan Schipper (Hickory Dickory, mouse during quarantine POV)

Jack Sprat – Leslie Denkers (Jack Sprat, dog’s POV)

Humpty Dumpty – Anne Cavanaugh Sawan (Humpty Dumpty, mother’s POV)

Lenny The Lamb – Ashley Congdon (Mary Had A Little Lamb, lamb’s POV)

Hickory Dickory Dock – Kristy Nuttall (Hickory Dickory, clock’s POV)

Jack Is Still At It – Boyll(Jack Be Nimble, narrator’s POV)

Vinegar’s View – Deb Sullivan (Jack And Jill, vinegar’s POV)

Pail’s Tale – Patricia Nozell (Jack And Jill, pail’s POV)

Jack And Jill (And Jen) Go Up The Hill Again – Sarah Meade (Jack And Jill, big sister’s POV)

That Icky Spider – Linda Staszak (Itsy Bitsy Spider, house’s POV)

Do You See Me – Michelle S. Kennedy (Twinkle Twinkle, star’s POV)

Trying Something New – Dawn Young (Itsy Bitsy Spider)

Raindrops –  Shariffa Keshavjee (Raindrops)

The Unbreakable – Jarmila (Humpty Dumpty, king’s horse POV)

Old King Cole: A Limerick – Marty (Old King Cole, fiddler’s POV)

Yes, You Can – Rebecca Gardyn Levington (Twinkle Twinkle, star’s POV)

Hickory Dickory Dock – Matthew Lasley (Hickory Dickory, cat’s POV)

Operation: Find Little Bo Peep – Di Litwer (Little Bo Peep, sheep detective’s POV)

Baa Baa Black Sheep – Susan Krevat (Baa Baa Black Sheep, little boy down the lane’s POV)

Hickory Dickory Dock – Everard Anson (Hickory Dickory, clock’s POV)

There Was A Crooked Man – Liz Kehrli (There Was A Crooked Man, crow’s POV)

Hey Diddle Diddle – Beverly Baird (Hey Diddle Diddle, moon’s POV)

Our Friend Humpty – Mia Geiger (Humpty Dumpty)

 

 

PRIZES & PRIZES OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES!

When it comes time for prizes, names of all those who completed the challenge will be drawn randomly and matched with prizes drawn randomly until we run out! 😊

Please join me in thanking these very generous authors and other writing professionals for contributing their books and writing expertise as prizes by visiting their websites and blogs, considering their books and services for gift purchases, rating and/or reviewing their books on GoodReads, Amazone, B&N, or anywhere else if you like them, suggesting them for school visits, and supporting them in any other way you can dream up! 😊

For Spacious Skies by Nancy Churnin, award-winning author of so many fabulous books I don’t have space to list them all! Visit her website or Amazon Page!

For Spacious Skies

Picture Book Manuscript Critique from Kirstine Erekson Call, author of THE RAINDROP WHO COULDN’T FALL (Character Publishing 2013) and the forthcoming MOOTILDA’S BAD MOOD (Little Bee Books, September 2020), COW SAYS MEOW (HMH March 2021), and COLD TURKEY (Little Brown Spring 2021)

Kirsti Call Mootilda

Picture Book Manuscript Critique from Ellen Leventhal, author of DON’T EAT THE BLUEBONNETS (Spork 2017), HAYFEST: A Holiday Quest (ABCs Press 2010), and LOLA CAN’T LEAP (Spork 2018)

Ellen Leventhal Lola Can't Leap

Picture Book Manuscript Critique from Lindsay Hanson Metcalf, author of BEATRIX POTTER, SCIENTIST (September 2020), FARMERS UNITE!: PLANTING A PROTEST FOR FAIR PRICES (Calkins Creek November 2020), and NO VOICE TOO SMALL: FOURTEEN YOUNG AMERICANS MAKING HISTORY (Charlesbridge September 2020)

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Picture Book Manuscript Critique (non rhyming) from Kaye Baillie, author of BOO LOVES BOOKS (New Frontier Publishing October 2020), and MESSAGE IN A SOCK (Midnight Sun Publishing 2018)

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Your choice of EITHER a Picture Book Manuscript Critique or a Virtual Visit with Keila Dawson, author of THE KING CAKE BABY (Pelican 2015), and NO VOICE TOO SMALL: FOURTEEN YOUNG AMERICANS MAKING HISTORY (Charlesbridge September 2020)

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15 Minute Video Chat – ask your questions about writing, research, submissions – whatever’s on your mind! –  with Christy Mihaly, author of DIET FOR A CHANGING PLANET: Food for Thought(Twenty-first Century Books/Lerner 2018), HEY, HEY, HAY!
A Tale of Bales and the Machines That Make Them (Holiday House 2018) , and FREE FOR YOU AND ME: What Our First Amendment Means (Albert Whitman March 2020)

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Quick Impressions on your Picture Book Manuscript from Rosie Pova, author of IF I WEREN’T WITH YOU (Spork 2017), SARAH’S SONG (Spork 2017), the forthcoming SUNDAY RAIN (Lantana Publishing March 2021) and others.

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RONAN THE LIBRARIAN, (Roaring Brook Press April 2020) brand new fromfabulous author Tara Luebbe

Ronan

Your Choice of EITHER A Picture Book Manuscript Critique (fiction, non-rhyming) or an Ask Anything 15 Minute Video or Phone Chat with Tara Luebbe, author of  SHARK NATE-O,(Little Bee Books 2018), I AM FAMOUS ( Albert Whitman 2018), I USED TO BE FAMOUS (Albert Whitman 2019), OPERATION PHOTOBOMB (Albert Whitman 2019), and RONAN THE LIBRARIAN (Roaring Brook Press 2020) (see above)

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Sherry Howard, author of Rock And Roll Woods (Spork 2018) and a series of Nonfiction Middle Grade titles for Escape Publishing (2019)

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Sherry Howard MG NF Books

is offering 6 of her nonfiction middle grade titles which will go to 6 lucky winners!

Ann Whitford Paul, author of Writing Picture Books (being donated by Becky Scharnhorst below), the book we ALL use as our picture book bible 😊, and countless wonderful picture books, is offering signed copies of her IF ANIMALS… Series (Farrar Straus Giroux):

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Writing Picture Books by Ann Whitford Paul, donated by Becky Scharnhorst whose debut picture book P.S. Camp Wildwood Stinks will be released in Summer 2021 from Philomel!

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Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert donated by Becky Scharnhorst whose debut picture book P.S. Camp Wildwood Stinks will be released in Summer 2021 from Philomel!

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Writing Journal (x10)

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283 thoughts on “Mix ‘n’ Match Mini Writing Challenge – Week #2!

  1. ejessmurray says:

    The Water’s Tale (Jack & Jill, 48 words)

    I flipped – a whale! – into the pail,
    looking for adventure.
    The seas were rough, I’d had enough
    of the boy’s distracted gestures.

    Over the lip I saw the tip
    of a vast and greeny meadow.
    Splish-splash I dove, from cold to cold
    and found myself…a school of minnows!

    (Fun prompt & loved all the wordplay in your example, thanks, Susanna!)

  2. candicemarleyconner says:

    Love your creativity, Susanna! Here’s my take on Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star in the POV of a slightly jealous moon, 100 words

    The Moon Above the World So High

    Hey, Kid. Yeah, you hanging out your window.

    I see you there, wishing and wondering on stars when you’re supposed to be asleep.
    .
    Well, guess what. I’m up above the world so high but I look out for you more that those gassy hotheads do.

    Whose light shines bright enough to chase away the monsters in your closet? Me, that’s who.

    You think they’re diamonds? What about me? Am I just the graphite in a chewed-up pencil?

    Oh.
    You think I’m a pearl? Okay, I’m cool with that.

    Sleep tight, little one. I’m coming in super moon style next month.

  3. Genevieve Petrillo says:

    Itsy Bitsy Spider from Little Miss Muffet’s POV – 100 words

    I Am Not Afraid

    I love sitting on my tuffet and snacking. Some snacks are better than others. Curds and whey are disgusting, but Mama says they’re good for me. I wish I had some berries or marshmallows or something to make them taste better.
    Here on my comfy tuffet, I am watching an itsy bitsy spider struggling up the water spout. Clouds are gathering, so I am not hopeful he will make it to the top.
    Uh-oh. Here comes the rain…
    …Aaand here comes the spider!
    Whoops! That downpour really launched the little guy – right into my bowl. Oh well. *slurp*
    Mmmmm. Delicious!

  4. Colleen Owen Murphy says:

    EJESSMURRAY we were similarly inspired!

    JACK AND JILL CONTINUED…

    “Jack,” said Jill, “you caused the spill
    by running even faster;
    you caught your boot upon a root,
    thus causing our disaster.”

    “Although it’s lame, I got the blame.
    If only you had told her.
    Oh deep despair, it isn’t fair,
    and all because I’m older.”

  5. Elizabeth Meyer Zu Heringdorf says:

    No Running in My House!

    There I stood against the wall,
    Proud and still and straight and tall,
    Until an escaping mouse
    Rushed up through my ticking house!
    A cat stood at my feet and hissed,
    Angry that the mouse he missed.
    Mousie ran around my face,
    Tickling my inner space.
    I chimed once and down he ran
    Into kitty’s frying pan.
    Kitty grabbed him by the tail,
    But it was to no avail,
    Mousie got away in time,
    just as I had stopped my chime.
    This time Mousie had a date
    With my swinging counterweight.
    This, I felt, was all too much,
    Droppings in my house and such,
    So I began to chime twice more
    Hoping this would set the score.

    Mousie ran down and met the cat,
    And I thought that that was that.
    But after cycle number three,
    Mousie had the sense to flee.

  6. Corine Timmer says:

    Susanna, I enjoyed your story. “I was green with envy,” and “I watched him boil.” Too funny!

    Week #2: Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, POV of a star (118 words)

    Twinkle, Twinkle, Neon Light

    Twinkle, twinkle, neon light,
    I do wonder how you ignite.
    All along the streets you glow,
    Putting on quite a show.

    When the blazing sun is gone,
    When he nothing shines upon,
    Then you flash your crimson light,
    Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

    I don’t think we’ll ever meet,
    So from the black sky I post a tweet:
    Thanks a bunch for your bright spark,
    My alter-ego in the dark!

    It’s your perky, luminous light,
    That ignites my heart during the night.
    Though I know not who you are,
    Know that I love you from afar!

    Soon the sun will rise again,
    Hiding you from view,
    And I’ll count every second until
    I can twinkle again with you.

    • Corine Timmer says:

      Twinkle, Twinkle, Neon Light (edited)
      118 words

      Twinkle, twinkle, neon light,
      I do wonder why you ignite.
      All along the streets you glow,
      Putting on quite a show.

      When the blazing sun is gone,
      When he nothing shines upon,
      Then you flash your crimson light,
      Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

      I don’t think we’ll ever meet,
      So from the black sky I post a tweet:
      Thanks a bunch for your bright spark,
      My alter-ego in the dark!

      It’s your perky, luminous light,
      That excites my heart during the night.
      Though I know not who you are,
      Know that I love you from afar!

      Soon the sun will rise again,
      Hiding you from view,
      And I’ll count every second until
      I can twinkle again with you.

      Twinkle, Twinkle, Neon Light (song)

      Twinkle, twinkle, neon light,
      I do wonder how you ignite.
      All along the streets you glow,
      Putting on quite a show.
      Twinkle, twinkle, neon light,
      Do you know how you excite?

      When the blazing sun is gone,
      When he nothing shines upon,
      You display your crimson light,
      Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
      Twinkle, twinkle, little neon,
      I’ll love you longer than an eon.

  7. susaninez0905 says:

    Week #2 Little Miss Muffet
    WC: 100

    “It’s not my fault!” Muffet shouted.
    The Principal frowned at Muffet. “If that milk isn’t cleaned up right now, you’ll get a detention.”

    Muffet was miffed. “How could you?!”
    “Whoa,” Spidey said, “YOU’RE the one that threw the milk. You were aiming for my head!”
    “I can’t be in trouble, I’m MISS MUFFET!”
    “You constantly pick on me and get away with it. You’re a bully in a sweet little girl outfit. Well, not today! You finally got caught.” Spidey smiled.
    “If I’m getting detention, it’s going to be for something better than spilling my milk.”

    STOMP!

    She smiled. “Oops.”

  8. rosecappelli says:

    Loved your entry, Susanna! Very punny! Mine is a little more serious. It can be sung to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and is from the viewpoint of the star.

    Children, Children (73 Words)

    Children, children down below
    How I wonder if you know
    In a world so big and bright
    You’re the ones to make things right.
    You see a diamond in the sky,
    I see the earth to beautify.

    Work to keep the oceans clean
    So beaches will remain pristine.
    You need trees and air that’s clear,
    So help the world that you hold dear.
    Children, children down below
    How I wonder if you know.

  9. Sue Lancaster says:

    Star’s Reply
    (87 words)

    Little child, on Earth so round;
    Sapphire sea and emerald ground,
    Asks: “I wonder what you are?”
    I’m a guide called the North Star,
    Shepherds, kings and those who roam,
    Use my light to show them home.
    I’m the North Star, shining bright,
    Biggest star you’ll see all night.
    Up above your world so high,
    I’m a compass in the sky.
    When you’re lost, or feeling low,
    Just look up and find my glow.
    Little child, on Earth so round;
    Sapphire sea and emerald ground.

  10. Dorothy Dot Anson says:

    Hey Diddle Diddle. from the point of view of the Moon. ( 102 words) by Dot Anson

    Not again!
    Every night that cat practices playing. Only problem is he never gets better and to make matters worse, it upsets Daisy so much she tries to fly away.
    “Watch out Daisy, you nearly took my eye out with your hoof.”
    That little dog wouldn’t be laughing so much if Daisy was jumping him.
    Here comes Spoon. I really dig her, but she’s always with that drippy dish. I don’t know what she sees in him. He’s not as bright as me, or able to change shape like I can.
    “Maybe tomorrow things will be different. What do you think Twinkle?”

  11. Sara Ackerman says:

    The Clock Snaps

    I want to tick. I want to tock.
    I want to be a normal clock.
    But nooooo! Just look at this disgrace!
    You treat me like a 5K race!
    I’ve been patient. I’ve been nice.
    But no clock wants to house three mice.
    Your squeaks! Your germs! And—BLECH—your poop!
    For what? To jog an endless loop?
    The thing is that I really feel
    you’d much prefer a hamster wheel.
    Because next time you run, I’ll snap.
    I mean it, mice. I’ve set a trap.

  12. Jamie Bechtelheimer says:

    Cutie Lamb
    (Mary Had A Little Lamb from Lamb’s POV, 108 words)

    I am Mary’s little lamb, pretty lamb, cutie lamb.
    I am Mary’s little lamb and Mary loves me so!

    She’s taking me to school today, school today, school – Hooray!
    She’s taking me to school today to show me off, I think!

    All her friends think I’m so sweet, I’m so cute, I’m so fun.
    All her friends are jealous now of Mary and of me!

    BAA! Her teacher’s chasing me, shooing me, nagging me!
    BAA! Her teacher’s chasing me all around the schoolhouse!

    But that teacher can’t stop me, can’t catch me, can’t shoo me!
    That old teacher can’t stop me from playing with my new fans!

  13. brittanypomales says:

    A Little Crooked Smile 69 words (There Was A Crooked Man, House POV)

    The crooked house was too compact to house the crooked trio.
    So they packed their crooked bags and wandered the crooked mile
    leaving the crooked house empty and alone.

    But their new house was much too straight for the crooked trio.
    So they sold the straight house and wandered back the crooked mile
    where I welcomed them back with a little crooked smile.

  14. Brenda Whitehead (@BrendaW_Prof) says:

    Haha, I wrote this before realizing there was a Twinkle Twinkle saturation. Oh well!

    TWINKLE TWINKLE, LITTLE BEAR (96 words, Star POV)

    Twinkle, twinkle, little bear,
    Every night I see you stare.
    I hear you whispering your song,
    But do you know I sing along?
    Twinkle, twinkle, little bear,
    Tonight I have a song to share.

    Settle, settle, little bear,
    Running free without a care,
    Your twinkle song will help you rest,
    And I will shine my very best,
    Twinkle, settle, perfect pair,
    Run free always, little bear.

    Snuggle, Snuggle, little bear,
    Curled up in mama’s lair,
    I will twinkle through the night,
    So you can sleep without a fright.
    Twinkle, snuggle, perfect pair,
    Wonder always, little bear.

  15. Sue Lancaster says:

    I couldn’t resist another one – thanks Susanna for giving me the inspiration to write something for the first time in weeks!

    Who’s to Blame?
    (162 words)

    “I am the lace, tied up with haste, that caused poor Jack to tumble.
    So, I’ll take the blame, my bow was so lame, no wonder it caused a stumble…”

    “I am Jack’s Mum, and I am the one, who tied up the lace so poor.
    So, I’ll take the flack, for being too slack, all ‘cause of a knock at the door…”

    “I am the fella, who rang the bell, a parcel addressed to young Jill.
    So, I’ll take the rap, but it wasn’t a trap, just a present from old Uncle Bill…”

    “I am young Jill, who asked Uncle Bill, to send me a dolly called Belle.
    So, I am the reason, that Jack banged his knees on the ground, and his head on the well…”

    “I am called Jack, I fell with a smack, just why it will never be known.
    So, NO ONE’s to blame, and though it’s a shame, it gave me a rhyme of my own!”

  16. amyflynnnd says:

    Teacher Had A Long School Day (Mary Had A Little Lamb from the teacher’s POV – 115 words)
    By Amy Flynn

    Teacher had a long school day,
    Long school day, long school day.
    Teacher had a long school day,
    The oddest one she’d lived.

    Her student brought a lamb to school,
    Lamb to school, lamb to school.
    Her student brought a lamb to school,
    And not to eat for lunch.

    Teacher tried to kick it out,
    Kick it out, kick it out.
    Teacher tried to kick it out,
    To make the students learn.

    But when she saw the students’ joy,
    Students’ joy, students’ joy.
    When she saw the students’ joy,
    She smiled and let them play.

    Now Lamby is their classroom pet,
    Classroom pet, classroom pet.
    Lamby is their classroom pet,
    Until he poops the floor.

  17. Linda Schueler says:

    Hickory Dickory Dock, POV of clock (179 words)
    I admit I went over, but I had fun playing with words. I could cut it down though.

    The Clock

    Hickory Dickory Dock
    I am the clock.
    This clock is in shock.
    All day long a mouse uses me like a boardwalk.
    This clock would like its mouse to take a walk.
    I know what’s to be done!
    Bong!
    Look at the mouse come undone and run.
    No more fun.
    It’s done.
    What’s this? Now what are you up to?
    I think I’m going cuckoo.
    Whew! I’ll make that mouse blue.
    I’ll give that mouse a different view.
    Bong! Bong!
    “Boo,” said the mouse, laughing.
    Oh, you think you’re tough, do you?
    I’ll find the key to make you flee.
    Bong! Bong! Bong!
    “Wee,” said the mouse, giggling.
    I think that we can agree that you’ve got me angry.
    Do let me be free!
    Getting rid of this mouse has become a chore.
    This mouse is a bit of a bore.
    Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong!
    “No more,” said the mouse, scurrying away.
    Good! The mouse is on the floor.
    That’s the end to the uproar.
    Hickory Dickory Dock
    I am the clock.
    This clock deplores a mouse that mocks.

  18. Barbara Farr Renner says:

    Thanks for challenging us with such fun writing exercises.

    THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN, POV Cat (126 words)
    by Barbara Renner

    The man didn’t buy me, he hid me in a bag and walked right out of the pet store. He was a crook. He weaved and wobbled all the way to his shack in the woods. I scampered out to the barn and made friends with the mice that were hiding in the hay. We huddled together to plan our escape when something shiny caught our eyes. It was a silver coin. Thinking we could buy our freedom, we snatched the sixpence and marched into the shack. As we walked through the warped door, the strangest thing happened. Our tails cracked and crinkled. We stared at our twisted backsides and accepted our fate. We were all crooks living a corrupt life in a crooked little house.

  19. Susanna Leonard Hill says:

    POSTED FOR SHARIFFA

    Baa Baa Black Sheep
    Shariffa Keshavjee
    Nairobi Kenya

    Baa baa black sheep
    Have you any masks
    Yes, Yes I do yes I do
    Thought you’d never ask

    One for your mother
    One for your father
    One for your brother
    What about you?

    It’s been quite a task
    Cater for this mask
    I am in this total bliss
    I have so much fleece

    Being safe is very good
    Puts me in a better mood
    Knowing all is well at last
    This will all be in our past

    A cloud has been cast
    But the sun is very vast
    It shines through strife
    Vicissitudes of our life

    When it’s cold I have wool
    To share and fill the spool
    So my dear keep your cool
    I chew grass make wool

  20. Susanna Leonard Hill says:

    POSTED FOR MICHELLE

    Week #2: Humpty Dumpty, POV of the wall (100 words)
    By Michelle S. Kennedy

    The Wall and the Fall (REVISE)

    I am the wall that saw to the fall
    of an egg called Humpty Dumpty.
    He sat on my ledge, too close to the edge
    and his butt was big and rumpty.

    As he wiped off his frow, the sweat from his brow
    poured off from his face and I wrenched.
    It seeped through his slacks, and into my cracks.
    His moisture had me entrenched!

    So, with a small rumble I shook him to tumble,
    not meaning to cause demise.
    I meant him to fall and get off my wall,
    but his death was a shock and surprise!

  21. Jill Lambert (@LJillLambert) says:

    Look! A Crook! (130 words-There Was a Crooked Man from the stile’s POV)
    By Jill Lambert

    I am but a crooked stile
    who’s tired of being used.
    The story of the crooked man
    has all of you confused.

    He’s not crooked in appearance,
    if you want to know the facts.
    He’s just a common criminal—
    witness how he acts.

    He sneaks around from field to field
    so no one else can see.
    He swiped a crooked sixpence
    that a hiker left for me.

    He knew his obligation was
    to pay the stile a toll.
    Instead he stole my livelihood
    to fund his own payroll!

    He conned a common calico
    to turn its life to crime,
    then caught a mouse to join the crooks
    and worked them overtime.

    They live inside that crooked house,
    counting stolen loot.
    But that’s okay…I made a call.
    Police are in pursuit.

  22. susaninez0905 says:

    I love this. A great perspective and a wonderful twist ending. I think you could continue this! 🙂

  23. seschipper says:

    Week 2

    Hickory, Dickory Dock
    POV – mouse during quarantine 86 words

    Mouse said to himself , Where can I run
    Where can I have fun?
    This quarantining is hard for everyone!
    I can’t go out
    And run about
    Everything changed and he started to pout!

    He did his school work.
    Played with some toys
    Ate some cheese, even that didn’t please!
    Suddenly he heard a chime
    It was the clock right on time!
    I know he said and raced ahead
    Hickory dickory dock
    The mouse ran up the clock!

  24. Susanna Leonard Hill says:

    POSTED FOR LESLIE

    Jack Sprat by Leslie Denkers
    (POV The Dog; 197 Words)

    Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
    His wife could eat no lean . . .
    Now there’s a lie if I heard one. How do I know? I was there. I saw it all. And I know food.
    I sat at attention as Lisa, (yes, she has a name) pounded, diced, simmered, boiled, and flipped each delicious food to perfection, then called for Jack.
    I held my breath as he examined the mouth-watering delectables. One, two, three—he tried each thing—and was off again.
    I exhaled. Now it was my turn. Be still. Be patient. Wag the tail . . . slightly. Sniff twice. Use the eyes. A quick glance at Lisa, then back at Jack’s plate. No whining. Glance and stay. Glance and stay.
    And then the smile. The pat on the head. And the plate. I could count on Lisa. She couldn’t resist. We finished the meal. Every last crumb. Me, Lisa, the cat, even the mice. (Okay, forget the mice. And the cat.)
    Here’s the real truth:
    Jack Sprat could eat no food,
    That’s why he was so lean,
    And so behind his back you see,
    I licked the platters clean.

    Arrooooh! It’s a dog’s life.

  25. Anne Cavanaugh Sawan says:

    Humpty Dumpty (Mother’s POV)

    They called up the doctor, who came very fast,
    using tape and glue, she made Humpty a cast.
    “Now, don’t go back up there and fall off again,”
    warned the doctor, his mother, and all the Kings men.
    Humpty promised and vowed but his mother knew her son well,
    and she worried all day about his bruised and cracked shell.
    So while everyone slept the Hen worked through the night,
    not falling asleep until the sun’s early light.
    Then seeing his chance, Humpty rolled quickly away,
    but this time when he fell, he landed on a soft bed of hay.

  26. Ashley Congdon (@AshleyCCongdon) says:

    LENNY THE LAMB (POV of the little lamb from Mary Had a Little Lamb)
    WC: 136

    I’m Lenny, a.k.a. Mary’s little lamb.

    That story is not quite what you think. Except for my fleece being white as snow. That’s the truth. I shampoo and brush it every day. 

    Anyway, Ms. Mary passed my pasture with chocolate in her back pocket. My favorite! I followed her everywhere she went, to try and get it.

    When I followed her to school, I didn’t know it was against the rules for a lamb to be at school.

    The children loved me for some reason. They laughed and played. I was just jumping and snapping at Mary’s back pocket to get that chocolate! 

    Mary thought I really liked her. So, she gave me some chocolate. She asked me if I wanted to be her pet. I thought, why not, she’ll probably have more chocolate. 👧🏼🍫🐑

  27. Kristy Nuttall says:

    Hickory Dickory Dock (Clock POV)

    Hickory Dickory Mock
    I am a little clock

    The mice climb
    All over me

    Then they just
    Laugh and flee

    Giggling at my
    My tick tock

    my time telling
    they mock

    Leaving crumbs
    Uncarefully

    Why can’t
    You people see?

    These mice need
    To have their
    Heads bopped.

  28. boyll says:

    Jack Is Still At It!
    (Narrator POV)

    Jack Be Nimble,

    Jack Be Quick

    Played with matches,

    I hate to admit.

    He toppled his candle

    And started a fire.

    His leaping created

    A forest pyre.

    Over a volcano Jack did hop.

    Once he started, he just couldn’t stop.

    The volcano launched him far into space

    He floated around, enjoying the place.

    Then he spotted a ball, all blazing and bright.

    It scorched his derriere, but that’s all right.

    He spied a galaxy and made a giant lunge.

    Smack into a worm hole Jack did plunge.

    Now he’s still jumping all over the place,

    But it’s another dimension that sees his face.

  29. Deborah Agranat Sullivan says:

    Week #2: Jack and Jill, POV of Vinegar (82 words)

    Vinegar’s View

    Ouch!
    Did you see that?
    Who didn’t?
    Jack, apparently.
    I’m not sure how he missed it.
    That rock was smack in the middle of the hill!
    The poor kid went flying.
    (Jill’s plunge wasn’t nearly as bad).
    Well, there go my evening plans.
    Cleaning the coffee pot.
    Erupting with baking soda.
    Drizzling with Olive over lettuce.
    That will all have to wait.
    Brown paper and I must tend to a head wound.
    Maybe next time Jack be nimble should get the water…

  30. ptnozell says:

    Jack & Jill, POV of the Pail (99 words), inspired by my view of a park closed due to Covid

    Pail’s Tale

    Pail, feeling parched, slumped by the dusty fountain. No one climbed up their hill. No one slid down it. Birdsong had replaced batting practice. Discarded forks social distanced from spoons, littering the overgrown hillside.

    Pail’s rim rusted. Her shiny finish faded, paling under the sun’s harsh rays. Distant dreams of future adventures filled Pail’s bucket list, as hope evaporated.

    Then one day, Jill’s laughter echoed into Pail’s empty interior. Jack grasped Pail’s handle. Jack and Jill filled Pail to her brim with cool water.

    Jack slid down the hill. Jill tumbled after. Pail rolled alongside, splashing with delight. “WHEE!”

  31. sjwmeade says:

    Thanks, Susanna, for another fun challenge!
    My POV is Jack and Jill’s older sister.

    Jack and Jill (and Jen) Go Up the Hill Again

    Word Count: 161

    The twins are always asking me for things.
    Yesterday it was, “Will you help us make lemonade?”
    Of course, I said yes.
    That’s what big sisters do.
    But that doesn’t mean I do everything for Jack and Jill.
    I’m trying to teach them independence.
    “Yes, go gather the ingredients.”
    Jack found lemons. Jill found sugar.
    “Go fetch the water,” I said.
    I ran inside to whip up some sweet treats.
    No sooner had I slid the cookies into the oven when I heard a shriek.
    “I fell down,” Jack whimpered.
    “I came tumbling after,” Jill bawled. “Ow!”
    “My crown,” Jack sniffled.
    I hugged them. “Let’s try this again.”
    We headed up the hill hand in hand.
    Jack carried the empty pail.
    Jill filled it.
    I lugged it home.
    I cut the lemons. Jack squeezed the juice. Jill added the sugar. I poured the water. We all stirred.
    “Delicious!” said Jack.
    “Thank you, Jen!” said Jill.
    “That’s what big sisters are for.”

  32. Linda Staszak says:

    FUN!

    THAT ICKY SPIDER
    Linda Staszak
    73 words, Itsy Bitsy Spider from the house’s POV

    If that icky, creepy spider
    Dares to set foot in my spout,
    I’m going to plug the ends so
    Tight he never will get out.
    He’ll reach and squirm and wiggle,
    And he’ll try to find a crack,
    But he knows that if he ventures out
    I’ll squash him with a whack.
    But–spiders are resilient.
    Someday, I don’t know when,
    I’m sure he’ll sneak inside my spout
    To try that climb again.

  33. Susanna Leonard Hill says:

    POSTED FOR MICHELLE

    Week #2: Twinkle. Twinkle Little Star, POV of the star (95 words)
    By Michelle S. Kennedy

    Do You See Me?

    Twinkle, twinkle, from afar
    I’m the one you call, “a star”.
    Up above, I’m shining bright,
    so you’ll wish upon my light.

    Twinkle, twinkle, from up here,
    way above your hemisphere.
    Can you see me down below?
    I just want to say hello!

    Twinkle, twinkle, see me gleam?
    Make a wish so you can dream.
    Look past the moon, above the tree.
    I’m sorta small, and hard to see.

    Twinkle, twinkle, look my way.
    Clouds are gone. I’m here to stay!
    Oh, what’s that? You see me now?
    Excuse me, while I take a bow.

  34. Susanna Leonard Hill says:

    POSTED FOR DAWN

    Week 2 TRYING SOMETHING NEW (100 words)
    Dawn Young

    The Itsy Bitsy Spider is sick of climbing the water spout.

    I need to find a friend. The girl with the blond curls looks like someone who will be

    nice to spiders. I watch her through the window sitting on her tuffet eating her curds

    and whey. She always has a smile on her face.

    The next morning, I squeeze under the kitchen door and wait patiently.

    Little Miss Muffet waltzes into the kitchen, sits on her tuffet, and screams bloody murder!

    I guess it’s back to the water spout for me!

  35. Susanna Leonard Hill says:

    POSTED FOR SHARIFFA

    (Just for fun because I was inspired, even though this isn’t a nursery rhyme 🙂 )

    Rain Drops
    Shariffa Keshavjee
    Nairobi
    Kenya

    So she said
    If all of the rain drops
    were bubble gums do gum brood
    I d go aaaaaaaaaaaa

    So I walked in the rain
    I opened up my mouth
    And went
    Aaaa aaaaa aaa

    I chewed up all
    The bubble gum
    And grew and grew
    And boom

    All the bubbles flew
    Up in the air
    As they rose
    They transformed

    Some turned to cats
    Some turned to dogs
    Have you not noticed?
    How much it rains?

    It’s raining cats and dogs
    As they reach the bogs
    They turn back to drops
    Bounce back up no props

  36. Susanna Leonard Hill says:

    POSTED FOR JARMILA

    The Unbreakable
    Jarmila

    I saw him first.

    “Humpty Dumpty shall not be sitting on that wall,” I said to my rider, but king’s men never listen.

    My old buddy trotted by my side. “It’s just an egg,” he neighed.

    “No, no, no, my friend! Humpty Dumpty is not an ordinary egg. He’s a cannon of an egg!”

    “What are you whining about? An egg is an egg.”

    “But Humpty Dumpty…!”

    CRACK! CRASH! RUMBLE…

    I stopped.

    “Oh, my oats! Did you see that wall falling?” I asked my rider. Huh? Where did my rider go? Uh-oh…

    Then something moved within the rubble.

    “Humpty Dumpty?” I snorted.

    “What—? Did you expect me to break?” Humpty Dumpty swiped the dust off his face and jumped onto my saddle.

    “There are walls to be conquered!” he shouted.

    I galloped faster than the wind.

    * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

    Just for fun:

    According to a number of military historians, Humpty Dumpty was the name of a cannon used by the Royalists during the English Civil War.

    The conflict raged from 1642 to 1649, and in June of 1648, Humpty Dumpty was stationed on the walls of Colchester. It was one of several cannons erected to try and keep Parliament’s army from taking the city. The next month, however, the Parliamentary forces heavily damaged the walls beneath Humpty Dumpty with their own artillery. You can guess where this is going: Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, and broke into pieces.

  37. marty says:

    OLD KING COLE ( from the fiddler’s POV )
    A Limerick

    Every day old king Cole has us fiddle.
    What he’d do if we stop is a riddle.
    But we can’t go much longer,
    Till our bow arms get stronger.
    We need backup. Calling Hey Diddle Diddle!

  38. RebeccaTheWriter says:

    (Twinkle, Twinkle from the Star’s POV)

    YES, YOU CAN
    By Rebecca Gardyn Levington

    Fearful, tearful little man,
    never wonder if you can.
    Up above your world so high,
    I’ve been watching from the sky.

    You are clever, kind, and smart,
    with a gentle, gracious heart.
    If you’re brave, persistent, true,
    there is nothing you can’t do.

    Fearful, tearful little man,
    Never wonder.

    Yes, you can!

  39. matthewlasley says:

    Hickory Dickory Dock: POV of the Cat.

    Do you know how hard it is to be a cat? I need at least 22 hours of rest to look this good!
    All I wanted to do was sleep, and its not like the clock was bad enough, but then that mouse had to start playing. At the top of every hour he taunted me. “Boo!” “Whee!” It was all too much to bear. I’d just had enough when the clock struck seven, so I sent that mouse on to heaven.

  40. Diantha Litwer says:

    Operation: Find Little Bo Peep (293 words — POV)
    by D. Litwer

    “I’m Moe Hair. I’m a private detective. I run the Woolly Sheep Detective Agency.”

    Yesterday, a woman called and asked me to find her missing daughter – little Bo Peep.

    “When did you last see your daughter?” I asked.

    “Last night around six o’clock. I refused to let her go out with her friends. We argued. She stomped off to her room and slammed the door. When I went to wake her up this morning, she was gone,”

    I rounded up my detectives, Curly Sheep and Larry Lamb.

    We questioned little Bo Peep’s neighbors.

    We questioned little Bo Peep’s friends.

    We questioned everyone in the town.

    No one had seen little Bo Peep.

    We searched farms.

    We searched fields.

    No little Bo Peep.

    “Maybe she wandered into the forest,” said Detective Curly Sheep.

    “The forest is a dangerous place,” said Detective Larry Lamb.

    I called the Border Collie Search and Rescue Team for help.

    We hurried through the forest searching high and low. It was beginning to get dark.

    Then I heard a shout from the Border Collie Search and Rescue Team, “Here she is!”

    And there she was. Little Bo Peep. Stuck fast to the candy fence surrounding an abandoned gingerbread house.

    The Border Collie Search and Rescue Team carefully pried Bo Peep free from the sticky candy.

    “Thank you for your help,” I said. “Call us anytime,” they said.

    My detectives and I drove little Bo Peep home.

    Mrs. Peep hugged and kissed sticky little Bo Peep.

    Then she hugged and kissed us.

    “I can never thank you enough, detectives,” she said.

    “We’re happy we could help ma’am,” I said as we got back into my car.

    The story you have just read may be true. It’s up to you to decide.

  41. Susan Krevat says:

    Baa, baa black sheep ~ POV the little boy down the lane

    I’m the little boy who lives down the lane.
    I was promised one bag full of fine wool from a lamb.
    She was beautiful and far from plain,
    And thought her mate was one handsome ram .

    When I got my wool, my eyes opened wide
    Because the wool was truly black and quite fine!
    The black sheep herself told me to the side,
    “Being a black sheep is quite divine.”

    “How do you grow such wool?” I inquired.
    “It really defines who you are.”
    The black sheep, who was certainly quite admired
    Thought about my query and found it bizarre.

    She explained, “As you get older, you might also get wiser,
    But my wool coat will never make me an eyesore.
    An old sheep is never ready to be put out to pasture.”
    That young at heart sheep knew how to answer.

    But, here’s my next question,
    “Does she or doesn’t she?”

  42. Dorothy Dot Anson says:

    Hickory Dickory Dock….. from the POV of the clock (100 words)
    By Everard Anson.

    My name is Chime. I’m a grandfather clock.
    I stand still and tall in my owners hall. My big hands and my voice telling all the time.
    I’m admired by everyone who stand and check their watches against mine.
    But my best time is every hour as my little furry buddy Hickory come scurrying across the floor. He skids and slides then runs up my side, flips and twirls on my head and down the other side. With a flick of his tail and wink of his eye, off he goes for another hour. That’s my mate Hickory Dickory Dock.

  43. Susanna Leonard Hill says:

    POSTED FOR LIZ

    (There was a Crooked Man- new character Crow added)
    by Liz Kehrli

    There was a crooked crow, and he flew a crooked mile.
    He caught a crooked butterfly upon a flowered pile.
    They chased away the kitty, and then partied with the mouse,
    and they all celebrated in the old man’s crooked house.

    Bitter kitty made a trap, and used a crooked pail.
    But instead of catching crooked crow, she almost lost her tail.
    The others rushed to save her, so that no one was alone,
    and they all lived together in their little crooked home.

  44. bevbaird says:

    Finally finished! Here’s my version of “Hey Diddle Diddle, from the moon’s POV:

    Hey Diddle Diddle
    “What is that thing? Another rocket? Another asteroid?”

    “It’s heading straight for me! Stop! Turn around! Don’t get any closer!”

    “Those hooves look dangerous. No closer! STOPPPPP!”

    “OW! Now you’ve done it. You caused a crater in my nose! “

    “Good riddance. Go away and stay away. What a ridiculous creature that was. Who ever heard of a cow in space?”

  45. Susanna Leonard Hill says:

    POSTED FOR MIA

    Week #2
    Our Friend Humpty
    By Mia Geiger
    69 words
    (Nursery Rhyme used: Humpty Dumpty)

    Wake up, wake up!
    Listen here.
    Someone’s missing;
    disappeared!

    Humpty’s gone —
    his spot is bare.
    Haven’t seen him
    anywhere.

    He must have snuck out
    late last night,
    roaming walls
    by candlelight.

    Oh, there’s a tweet,
    with all the facts.
    The headline says,
    Egg Got Cracked.

    Poor ole Humpty,
    tough and brave.
    Now we’re shell-shocked;
    the news is grave.

    We’ll remember
    our good friend.
    Especially in
    an omelette blend.

  46. maryvb says:

    Hello!

    Week #2
    Nursery Rhyme: Miss Mary Mack
    By Mary van Beuren
    72 Words (my addition, not including the original version)
    POV: The Elephants

    Thanks for reading!

    Here is the original:

    Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
    All dressed in black, black, black
    With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
    All down her back, back, back.

    She asked her mother, mother, mother
    For 50 cents, cents, cents
    To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
    Jump over the fence, fence, fence.

    They jumped so high, high, high
    They reached the sky, sky, sky
    And they didn’t come back, back, back
    ‘Til the 4th of July, ly, ly!

    Here is my take on it:
    We jumped the fence, fence, fence,
    Away we went, went, went,
    We needed more, more, more,
    Than 50 cents, cents, cents

    Our elephant ears, ears, ears,
    Lifted us high, high, high,
    Helped ease our fears, fears, fears,
    When we touched the sky, sky, sky,

    We did not cry, cry, cry,
    When our money ran dry, dry, dry
    And we had to come back, back, back
    On the 4th of July, ly, ly.

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