B, 3, D
That's the code I was shown
does it spell BED?
I don't know
Maybe it's in my head!
B for the Billy Goats 3
Gruff and tough, they may be
They Defeated the troll, that's D
Deadly serious
Red, Mysterious
Empty, weary
After twenty years
Of ascending fury
B, 3, D
Three characters unique and impressive, indeed
when they get together to generate a scene
Let’s all learn the 2-D shapes
2-D shapes, 2-D shapes
Let’s all learn the 2-D shapes
They have width and length.
2-D shapes are flat and thin
Flat and thin, flat and thin
2-D shapes are flat and thin
On papers…we can draw.
Let’s all learn the 3-D shapes
3-D shapes, 3-D shapes
Let’s all learn the 3-D shapes
With length, width and height.
3-D shapes are fat and thick
Fat and thick, fat and thick
3-D shapes are fat and thick
They can stand and roll.
Feb. 12,2021
-Sharing with you the action song I’ve scribbled for my students in the lower grade (Gr3) to help them remember the 2D and 3D shapes. It’s in tune of Mary Had A Little Lamp. My students enjoyed and loved singing with the melody along with the gestures I taught. (ex. flat - clapping and thin -gesturing on hands or fingers. Hope your kids will love it.
Obviously, he could not include
internal organs all of those biological systems,
beside he was a little fuzzy
about what went where.
He had 3-D printed a chair,
testing his and the machines skills,
its four legs walked around for an hour
bumping into walls and stumbling over curled rugs
but then would walk no more.
It was relegated to another room
where it still sulked.
Next time he might try to make one
with eyes.
She would have to be hollow.
Brains would be tricky also,
best to have emptiness between her ears,
however he could copy eyes, nose, and mouth
and all other facial features.
He probably could work from memory
regarding her sexual parts.
When his wife came home and found a shell of a woman
lounging on the couch and giggling at his amusing quips
she asked him to 3-D print a gun and bullets for her
he did,
of course but should have known better
for later that night she shot them both with it.
Still trying to make sense of it all after all these years
Still weighing-measuring and short changing my own self;
There isn’t much hope I’ll find any positive answers;
Especially out here where the natural order of things live
And the innocents who should have been granted munity;
They appear to have been lined up and given their places
As if the more of those that hear the story and agree;
The less contradictable might be the causes and effects.
Pointing fingers -wagging tongues;
They’ll be no forgiveness when everything’s done;
Truth was but a reminiscent portrayal.
And too many ships have already sailed.
When I was just a kid,
A scary film I went to see
Was the terrifying “13 Ghosts,”
Presented in 3-D.
We watched with cardboard glasses,
One side blue and one side red;
If you didn’t want to see the ghosts,
You left them off instead.
Today I saw a 3-D film;
The glasses, though, were plastic.
I wish that I could tell you
That the 3-D was fantastic.
But sadly, that was not the case –
I found it quite distracting;
Effects to add some interest
Felt to me more like subtracting.
What really ticked me off, though,
Was the cost of each admission;
An extra 4 bucks added
To the price, without permission.
You didn’t have a choice
And once inside, the glasses stayed;
If you removed them, all was blurred,
Despite the price you paid.
Today I learned a lesson
On the value of 3-D –
That corny old technology
Was good enough for me!
IN THE 3-D MOVIE THEATRE
In the thick warm darkness
Like rows of fishes moveless
Netted on the bottom of the black seas
Trapped in red velvet seats flipping down with ease
And fighting for elbow room lest
We lose our place on the arm rest
In mouthopen awe at the screen bright
Making seeming day from our night
Until the moment of freedom
Seat flipping will clear the net’s thralldom
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..
Anyone who has seen the photos of vast 3-D cinema audiences
in the 1950 s wearing the paper eyeglasses will know
what this poem is about.
Life in 3 dimensional
Reach ouch
Touch
My face
Standing out
Like a sore thumb
Only in your view
Deaf, Dumb, Blind.
Who’s the disadvantaged ones?
Us for not taking every opportunity.
To realize the greatness around us?
To deaf to listen.
To dumb to know better.
And to blind to see what’s right in front of us.
Life and all its wonders.
Yet, all they can do is wonder.
Who’s the disadvantaged?
We are.
I am not greedy
Nor am I needy
I just want one flavor
the one my mouth does savor
Many a times it's near
But "what If I'm wrong?" I fear...
I could be wrong then
What if It proves fatal when
I take a bite
It feels just right
then the lid shuts
in it there's nuts
What I want is creamy
Light, refreshing, and dreamy
All I want is one
I'll never stop till I'm done
Life is short, then you die
So In my life, there's no need to lie
All I want is that one part
of that box that's shaped like a heart....
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