Answer to Monday's Riddle: Yay for an 8th Day!

Excellent guessing, Riddlers. This was a tricky riddle, but I was excited to use a past riddle as the bonus clue. I love it when ideas connect! Lizzy and I often dream about how fabulous an extra day of the week would be. We've decided a day between Sunday and Monday, possibly called Funday, would be perfect.


Friday, Lizzy's review will tell us what it might be like to have an 8th day of the week. How would you like to spend the time if you had an extra day? See you all around the book block. ; ) ~ F

Seven's plenty for the rat race run, to answer this riddle, add but one: Mani comes first, bangs on your door. Tyr delivers what's next in store. Odin dwells in the middle at hand. Thor thunders by across the land. Three more steps end this tour, but what could be with one more?

What am I asking for? Answer: An 8th day of the week. 

Bonus clue graphic of the days of the week 

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Monday's Riddle: Seven's the Norm...

Hello, Riddlers! Can you guess our theme this week? Lizzy and I love this idea. We talk about how awesome it would be quite a bit, actually. ; ) ~ F

Seven's plenty for the rat race run, to answer this riddle, add but one: Mani comes first, bangs on your door. Tyr delivers what's next in store. Odin dwells in the middle at hand. Thor thunders by across the land. Three more steps end this tour, but what could be with one more?

What am I asking for? Stop by Wednesday for the answer. 

I gave you a clue!

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Ode to a Drink of Water and a Day Off...

We're featuring rhyming children's stories as a part of Angie Karcher's #RhyPiBoMo writing challenge in April. This week we clued you in on an excellent poet. Here are two of our favorite Shel Silverstein poems... enjoy!

My favorite poem of all time...Lazy Jane ~ F
Best Shel Silverstein Poem...Sick ~ L

SICK

"I cannot go to school today,"

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

"I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I'm going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I've counted sixteen chicken pox

And there's one more--that's seventeen,

And don't you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I'm sure that my left leg is broke--

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button's caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,

My 'pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?

What's that? What's that you say?

You say today is. . .Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

Does anyone else have a favorite Shel Silverstein poem or any other poem that you would like to share with us? 

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