childrens story

Kitty-Kitty who was so pretty spent all day thinking of the first line of her poem. “I want my poem to be pretty and about a flower” said the Kitty.
        Kitty thought really hard about her poem. She tried thinking while she drank her milk, tried extra hard when she was playing with the butterflies in the garden, and she even tried to dream about it when she slept.
        Mouse saw her talking in her sleep about the poem. Mouse woke her up and wiggled his whiskers and said “Having some writers block, aren’t you?”
         “Meeeooow. You woke me up Mousy,” she said as she stretched.
         “I’m sorry,” Mouse apologized. “You were talking in your sleep! Do you need help with your poem?”
        “Yes Mousy. I think I do.”
         “I’ve written one poem before. It needs to rhyme!” said Mouse excitedly.
         “Rhyme?” Meowed Kitty-Kitty. “Yes! I remember! Like kitty is so happy she took a nappy!”
         “Happy rhymes with nappy. See you got it!” said Mouse.
          “I am going to write the best poem! Thanks Mousy!” Kitty-Kitty leapt with joy.
          “Don’t forget to decide what kind of rhyme scheme you want. ABA, ABBA, ABCB…even rhyme within the line! (which rhymes!) Assonance is the name of the game.”
          “Meow? A-sso-na-eowwww?”
         “Assonance. Though you can cheat and just repeat the same word. In the beginning it’s something special. In the beginning of the line it’s Anaphora. You can do the same at the end of the line. Antistrope is at the end of the line. Rhyming is about timing! Don’t be queasy! It’s easy! Now you try!”
          “Meow-Meow?”
\          “You’ll get the hang of it if you practice!” Mouse waved at Kitty and walked away. “Bye Kitty! Good night!”
          Kitty found a butterfly flying in the garden. It was pretty and yellow and black. Kitty-Kitty leapt at it and the two played. Kitty practiced all the things Mouse taught her.
           “Flower was pink. Pink and soft as…mink!” Kitty practiced really hard so she could write her poem. “Blue! Blue as…dew!”
          “Hi Kitty, what are you doing?”  Said a voice. It was Puppy.
          “Hi Puppy! I’m writing a poem!” Meowed Kitty.
          “Oh! What kind of poem is it, Kitty-Kitty?” barked Puppy.
          “It’s about a pretty flower!” Kitty jumped at the butterfly. Butterfly was really fast though and flew just out of paw’s reach.
          “But what kind of poem is it, Kitty?”
          “It’s about a really really really pretty flower with colorful petals and leaves and there’s going to be a bumble bee on it!”
           “That sounds like a Romance influenced poem. Romantic poets liked nature a lot,” Puppy said as he scratched his floppy ears.
           “Ew no, it’s not romantic at all. I like flowers.” said Kitty.
            “Well guess it’s not a sonnet. Is it free verse? Does it rhyme?”
           “I’m practicing my rhyming!”
           “Not a sestina either. Or a haiku. Is it a limerick? Are you sure it’s not a sonnet? What kind of meter are you going to use? Iambic? Trochee? Anapest? Amphibrach? Bacchius? This is exciting! A real poem!” barked Puppy.
            “Wow puppy you sound smart! Can I read one of your poems?” asked Kitty.
            “Oh I don’t write poems. I can’t write anything good,” said Puppy. He was sad.
            “I’ll show you my poem when I’m done! Bye Puppy!”
            Kitty followed the butterfly. She hopped really high, but the butterfly was always higher.
            “Flower is blue like dew! And smells pretty too!”
            “Don’t listen to them, Kitty,” said Fuzzy Spider.
            “Hi Fuzzy Spider! Do you like my poem?”
            “It’s..just ok. Say, I have written quite a few poems in my day. You know what every good poem needs?” Fuzzy Spider came closer on his eight hairy legs.
            “Rhyming!” said Kitty-Kitty.
            “Well, not nessesarily. A poem needs depth. Like a climactic moment. Use some Metaphor.”
            “Meow-taphor?”
            “Like similies and personification. Unlikely words put together to further your point. You say your poem is about a flower, no?” Fuzzy Spider said.
            “A pretty pretty flower!” Kitty jumped high into the air.
            “Pretty like what?” He asked.
            “Super pretty!”
            “Pretty like a rainbow smiling after a rainy day?”
            “Meow do you like that butterfly? I like that!” Kitty-Kitty meowed.
            “See it’s easy like catching a fly! Now just use some hyperbole or litodes for the amount of emphasis and you’ll be just fine!”
            “Li- meow?” the butterfly started flying away. “Butterfly!”
            “Oh no Kitty! Your friend is flying away! Oh! Such pathos in you! Go, go catch up with your friend!”
             Kitty left Fuzzy Spider and found butterfly in the rose garden.
             “Meow. So many pretty flowers. Writing a poem is so hard, Butterfly,” Kitty-Kitty sighed.
             “Really?” said the butterfly.
             “I don’t know how to write a poem. My poem was bad.”
             “Can I hear it?”
            “Flower is blue like dew. And smells pretty too. Flower is very pretty. I like to smell the flower. Every day the flower is blue and smells pretty too.” Kitty recited.
            “I like your poem, Kitty.” Said the butterfly.
           “Really butterfly?” Kitty happily said.
            “I liked your poem too,” said the flower. “You are pretty too, Kitty Kitty.”