My mom lived near Riley at one time in her teen years. She told me stories about his behavior that were scarier than your crypt for sure! And confirmed the opinion that he was actually quite worthless both as a poet and a human. A great Halloween tale, Mr. Basler.
My 3rd grade teacher, at Batesville Elementary, read us "Little Orphan Annie" during Halloween week numerous times. We begged for it and of course we were allowed to act scared and silly ........scream and hide under our desks. So when my own girls were in the 3rd grade I participated in "Parent story time" and Halloween week I read "Little Orphan Annie" to their class in the library. Everyone loved it and most of the teachers had not ever heard of it. Those kids, now 30 years old, all still remember it.
My mom lived near Riley at one time in her teen years. She told me stories about his behavior that were scarier than your crypt for sure! And confirmed the opinion that he was actually quite worthless both as a poet and a human. A great Halloween tale, Mr. Basler.
"Worthless" you say. Sandy, you know that requires details!
And M B, do you really have that Mad Magazine collection? As a young teen, I was addicted,
but with age -- not mine!--it lost its class, I thought. Still, those early ones were so clever.
hmmmmmmm, this is getting juicy!
Ja. And I have copies in both languages.....my mother used to recite it in German - from memory.
As children, we were terrorized by "Slovenly Peter" - translated from the original German.
War das der Struwell Peter? (Open to such a variety of interpretations--and terrors!
My 3rd grade teacher, at Batesville Elementary, read us "Little Orphan Annie" during Halloween week numerous times. We begged for it and of course we were allowed to act scared and silly ........scream and hide under our desks. So when my own girls were in the 3rd grade I participated in "Parent story time" and Halloween week I read "Little Orphan Annie" to their class in the library. Everyone loved it and most of the teachers had not ever heard of it. Those kids, now 30 years old, all still remember it.
Ah, Indiana.
My Riley-esque ode to the Hoosier state is as follows:
The Caddy warm and purrin’, all tuned up, fueled and washed,
With four new gleamin’ tires, rode smooth like applesauce,
‘Til a turn down Kessler Avenue slung passengers about
An’ the pot-a-holes’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
Brilliant, Nathan!
Sell the Mad one; you’ll have a nice Christmas! 💕
ooooh er!
Halloween is dreamy
Dark and often screamy
With goblins there is no script
Just giggling in the cool crypt
As they read a magazine that’s Mad
Tad crazy only makes them glad
A monster? It could be me
Look quick! You might just see me
Leave the Kit Kats out for the goblins!