Before I get right into the travesty of what was my experience with mask making, let me thank you for your fantastic response to The Bad Hair Day. You have egged me on and who knows what you will see next!
Onward ho! This video poem was inspired by a few things coming together around the same time, making for a perfect (and yes, nutty) idea for a video poem. The light bulb flickered above my head as I saw my 27 year old son sneeze in "dab" style. He sneezed ferociously loud and did this ridiculous thing with his arms at the same time. I am old enough that I had no idea that this was some sort of "celebratory motion" originating in the end zone of a football field (with another meaning known only to teenagers- and now me, but I'm telling you, don't ask your teens, because you might not really want to know... that they know). The crux of his elbow did not contain the germs I saw flying outward. The light bulb above my head brightened as his flying germs brought me to my current and hopefully temporary COVID19 profession, face-mask making. Making masks is not as easy as you think. There are unforeseen hazards only known to seamstresses. That is when the light bulb blazed. The trifecta of the germ ridden sneeze, a sewing debacle whilst making face-masks, and the perils of a good deed all led to It Hurt SEW Bad. Watch, like, share, follow, and most importantly enjoy!
It Hurt SEW Bad!
I decided to do a good deed today
After seeing my son sneeze in the craziest dab way
I saw germs fly west right out of his mouth
Then I watched them fly north, then east and then south
I put my sewing hat on my head
And got ready to fight, my needle and thread
I looked my needle in its tiny little eye
Right where my thread was supposed to lie
Once, twice, DOH! I might have to sound an alarm
Oh, it's O.K., the fourteenth time was the charm
I put the petal to the metal and heard that purring hum
But what happened next made me feel so dumb
My eyebrows now met furrowed into a deep frown
At seeing my opposable digit had been pinned down
Out of my mouth came some very bad words
Words from a mother that should never be heard
My husband ran in circles as he thought
This is just terrible, her thumb is caught!
Success at last, my uncapped hero prevailed
As did I, albeit with my thumb on ice, in a pail
Then I remembered, there is no unpunished good deed
So I kept on, and made masks, just not with speed.
I have had an important, albeit inadvertent discovery. People love video poems. I came to realize this after recently posting one on my Facebook page; Facebook/growwithmepoetry. I was floored by the number of hits it generated in just a couple of days. It seems my readers, or should I say viewers, are trying to tell me something. The best part is that I really love doing video poems. So how about this deal? Let your kids grow with me as I grow with video poetry! I'd like to use a format similar to the one I use in Grow with Me Poetry. Each VLOG with include a video poem and an activity for you and your child to have fun with afterwards. It will be some welcome and organized fun during this COVID19 world.
The Bad Hair Day
One day my hair got up on the wrong side of the bed
It wanted to lay down rather than get up instead
What is this ball of yarn I have for hair?
I wish I wasn't already awake from this horrible nightmare
I patted it down and try as I might
It simply turned on its heels and continued to fight
Another curl went that way and hung right down
When I looked in the mirror, you would've sworn I was a clown
Oh, I give up, it's time to surrender
It looks like my hair's been caught in a blender
Now my mom's yelling, we're gonna be late
Get down here right now, she's really irate
But when she saw me, she let out a big shriek
I saw her knees wobble, I think they went weak
Your hair, she cried, I know just what to do
I'll be back in a sec, or maybe a few
In a flash she flew up the stairs and was gone
Returning with something for me to put on
My favorite hat, she was the BOMB!
She was the BEST, MOM of ALL MOMS!
So here lays my hair under my hat
I put it to bed so it could lay flat.
Activities for you and your child:
There you have it, me and my worst curly hair day! Be sure to stay tuned for more good video times and rhymes. Also, remember that Grow with Me Poetry is just 8 days away from its official release and it is also available for preorder on Amazon.com. I'm looking forward to seeing you and the kids again soon! Bye-bye for now.