Poetry slam: wine education for kids [giveaway]
In our recent discussion of wine education for kids, two readers thoughtfully provided translations of an Italian rhyming verse (“Filastrocca del vino”) that is used in some Italian elementary schools.
But we can’t let the Italians have all the fun! You are hereby challenged to come up with some sort of poem–be it a limerick, haiku, rhyming couplets or full-on iambic pentameter–about wine for kids in America. It can be descriptive of the current state of wine education to kids or focused on grapes, wine or consumption. It may be adopted in classrooms across America!
Whatever you choose to do, post your rhyme/poem in the comments below by next Monday. To whet your whistle, there will be a prize: Foodie Babies Wear Bibs, the sixth in a series of children’s board books by none other than Mrs. Vino. Have fun with it! (The winning entry will be the one that makes her laugh the most; prize can only be sent to a US address.)
On November 24th, 2009 at 1:35 pm ,Finkus Bripp wrote:
Father let me dip
My finger in the glass at
A young age. Still sober!
On November 24th, 2009 at 1:37 pm ,Finkus Bripp wrote:
Ouch – I was too quick to draw. so-ber (for a total of 6 syllables)
Does this count?
Father let me dip
My finger in the glass at
A young age. Sober!
On November 24th, 2009 at 3:56 pm ,james gaul wrote:
whiney babies trump
foodie babies wearing bibs
everywhere but here
On November 24th, 2009 at 9:38 pm ,Dylan wrote:
I’ve titled this one, “Social Lubricant”:
Sauvignon Blanc looks,
Looking through the text books
What’s to say for Cabernet,
When schools already Convey
That You Know, We Know, there’s something DARK about the Pinot,
But with some help from Mrs. Vino,
Our kid’s foodie minds will be free, so
Let’s teach them responsibility over the fragility and instability being poured into everyone’s glass.
Is summer time year round now that schools teach kids without class?
Because if we cant, decant, then we chant; In Vino Veritas!
And if they can’t handle such a sobering statement, well, that’s their loss.
On November 25th, 2009 at 3:04 pm ,Steve wrote:
Baby sippin’ milk
Parents sippin’ wine
Baby calls the cops to report the crime
Cops drive up with guns a blazin’
Obviously the parents need a major tazin’
Baby holds court, grievences are heard
Parents try to talk but can’t get in a word
Baby is quiet compelling, it all seems crystal clear
Cops even forget their love of Miller Beer
Prison bus drives the parents down the lane
Baby sealed the case that they were completely insane
On November 25th, 2009 at 7:38 pm ,RobinC wrote:
There was a young boy from Calais
Whose parents drank wine every day
When he mentioned the folly
of quaffing from Brouilly
They sent him to bed with rosé.
On November 25th, 2009 at 8:05 pm ,Sarah wrote:
Don’t you think it’s about time,
To stop demonizing wine!?
When your kids sit down to dine,
Let them suggest a line,
About the yummy fruit from the vine.
I’m not saying build wine a shrine,
But let us opine.
Wine can be found in the Rhine,
And in your backyard, or mine.
It is the the backbone, or spine,
Of what makes us all shine.
So let’s toast to the decline,
To all this nasty talk about wine!
On December 3rd, 2009 at 3:02 pm ,Dr. Vino wrote:
Some funny poems here and lots of LOLz. Mrs. Vino reports that while she appreciated the hat tips of a couple of the entries, she ended up selecting Steve’s as the “one that made her laugh the most.” But she concedes it won’t be adapted in in school curricula any time soon, so in that respect, he Italians still get to have all the fun. So thanks to all and, Steve, come on down and collect your prize!
On December 4th, 2009 at 9:37 am ,Steve wrote:
Yaaay! Woo Hoo! Woo Hoo!
All of this frenzied jumping up and down is making my moobs sore!