MsBien
Well-Known Member
Last week I posted my Mother's Day soap saga, and someone suggested I write a story. Here is the poem that I wrote for my mom. Thanks for the great ideas everyone!
Stacie
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This here is a story,
it’s sad but it’s true.
It’s about a Mother’s Day gift,
and the troubles that ensued.
The mom, she likes gardenia,
and the daughter who is good,
bought some to make soap,
because she knew that she should.
On that fateful day,
when the daughter made her soap,
she just didn’t know,
that there was truly no hope.
The finest ingredients were used,
and much care was taken.
But if you think all that matters,
you are mistaken.
Upon adding the gardenia,
the soap, it seized!
So, making a swirl was impossible,
Oh, that soaper was displeased.
She scooped it in
to a brand new mold,
One that made a pretty border,
she had been told.
When the soap was un-molded,
her worst fears came true,
that soap was a disaster,
and it was supposed to be for you!
Paint on the pretty little sides
had to be scraped away.
And, the gardenia was oozing.
Oh, it was not a good day.
She let it sit for a month,
although she wanted to scream,
She had to be resourceful,
and devise a new scheme.
She thought it was brilliant,
it was rebatched, remade!
And, yes that soap was lovely,
was it the end of this crusade?
No! Of course not!
This story would be done.
Why on earth would I want
to end all of this fun?
In order to “rebatch”
the soap must be ground
and mixed with water,
but I didn’t say DROWNED.
Yep, I used too much water,
so that soap is all squishy
and I tried to fix that,
but my dreams were a bit fishy.
I attempted to dehydrate it,
in the sun on a bag.
But all that happened,
was it started to sag.
So now it sits at my home,
all soggy and green
I can’t give it to you now
‘cause that would be mean.
I guess it had better be grand
when you get it in June,
or you may think your daughter
has turned into a buffoon.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom
I tried, I hope you can see.
I love you and I hope
that you’re still proud of me.
Stacie
===================================
This here is a story,
it’s sad but it’s true.
It’s about a Mother’s Day gift,
and the troubles that ensued.
The mom, she likes gardenia,
and the daughter who is good,
bought some to make soap,
because she knew that she should.
On that fateful day,
when the daughter made her soap,
she just didn’t know,
that there was truly no hope.
The finest ingredients were used,
and much care was taken.
But if you think all that matters,
you are mistaken.
Upon adding the gardenia,
the soap, it seized!
So, making a swirl was impossible,
Oh, that soaper was displeased.
She scooped it in
to a brand new mold,
One that made a pretty border,
she had been told.
When the soap was un-molded,
her worst fears came true,
that soap was a disaster,
and it was supposed to be for you!
Paint on the pretty little sides
had to be scraped away.
And, the gardenia was oozing.
Oh, it was not a good day.
She let it sit for a month,
although she wanted to scream,
She had to be resourceful,
and devise a new scheme.
She thought it was brilliant,
it was rebatched, remade!
And, yes that soap was lovely,
was it the end of this crusade?
No! Of course not!
This story would be done.
Why on earth would I want
to end all of this fun?
In order to “rebatch”
the soap must be ground
and mixed with water,
but I didn’t say DROWNED.
Yep, I used too much water,
so that soap is all squishy
and I tried to fix that,
but my dreams were a bit fishy.
I attempted to dehydrate it,
in the sun on a bag.
But all that happened,
was it started to sag.
So now it sits at my home,
all soggy and green
I can’t give it to you now
‘cause that would be mean.
I guess it had better be grand
when you get it in June,
or you may think your daughter
has turned into a buffoon.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom
I tried, I hope you can see.
I love you and I hope
that you’re still proud of me.
