Fill out these questions to generate your own silly mad libs story instantly online! (Hint: a Verb is an action. An adverb usually ends in “ly” and describes an action (like slowly). A noun is a person/place/thing. An adjective describes a person/place/thing.)
I’ve set up my stand.
I only take cash.
I sell toupees made for birds.
When bald eagles land
I’ll sell out in a flash.
Get your before the whole herd!
Why was the music teacher locked out of the room?
Fill out these questions to generate your own silly mad libs story instantly online! (Hint: a Verb is an action. An adverb usually ends in “ly” and describes an action (like slowly). A noun is a person/place/thing. An adjective describes a person/place/thing.)
The underwater mailman
grabs his sack of mail
and walks down to the beach
on an old and dusty trail.
He checks his air supply,
then dons his scuba gear.
His flippers flop around
as he jumps off of the pier.
Graceful as a fish
he flutters, kicks and dives.
At noon I get excited:
not long ‘til mail arrives.
Why didn’t the frog have any books to read?
On the day I got my period
I was crowned with daisies
and given a beautiful silver and golden dress
made out of the sun and the moon.
On the day I got my period
my family rejoiced.
My mother made high-pitched, joyful sounds.
My father bowed in reverence.
On the day I got my period
I was invited to seek wisdom from the
sky, water, earth and fire.
I was told this task would be my true initiation into womanhood.
On the day I got my period
I climbed to the top of a mountain
where I was challenge by the sky
to make my inner beauty as unforgettable as the view.
On the day I got my period
I rode the river’s untameable rapids on a wooden canoe
where I was challenged by the water, to travel with life’s flow.
On the day I got my period
my shoeless feet drummed wildly against the plains.
I ran and ran until I heard the earth challenge my heart
to remain grounded even when it was racing.
On the day I got my period
I sought wisdom from the fire, but I couldn’t find it.
As tears extinguished any hope I had of finishing my journey,
I heard the fire inside me speak,
challenging me to always keep it ignited.
On the day I got my period
my family gathered together for a feast.
The men hunted. The woman gathered
and prepared the most succulent of dishes.
On the day I got my period
my family danced to the tune of the trees,
moving to a universal rhythm
we all have known since before we were born.
On the day I got my period
I felt a oneness with all other creatures
knowing that we are all
daughters, mothers and grandmothers.
On the day I got my period
the elders recalled their own stories,
travelling back through their own
proud passages of womanhood
until the glowing embers turned grey.
On the day I got my period,
I snuggled under a warm blanket of moonlight
and dreamed of the long chain of goddesses,
who I was now a part of.
– Mother, Daughter, Sister, Aunt, Friend, Woman
If you enjoyed this period poem, read more from my book On The Day I Got My Period. It’s a collection of stories about first periods for young women who just got their first period.
Like most parents, my weeks are usually filled with another first. You have first laughs, first words, first crawl, first steps, etc, etc, etc. But the most heart-warming part of all these firsts is that my son wants to share them with ME.
Whenever he’s working on a new skill, he always takes time to show both my wife and I what he just mastered. Of all of the billions of people in the world, my son chooses to tell me about them — that’s such an amazing honor that I try to show him the same respect back. I make sure to give him some undivided attention every day. There’s no phone call, iphone message or TV show that’s more important than the excitement he feels after discovering something new.
So take a step back from your day and try to give your kids fifteen more minutes of completely undivided attention than you did yesterday. Just watch them play. Marvel at how much they’ve grown and learned… then you’ll wonder why you ever did anything else with that time.
Authors Steve & Natasha
