![]() ![]() Luckily, they didn’t wake up any of the crocodiles. Not too far away, local villagers were celebrating a naming ceremony - a big deal, since parents in The Gambia don’t reveal a child’s name until the baby is a week old. I’m not sure if you noticed this, and I didn’t want to startle you in the middle of the video, but you are sitting in a pool of crocodiles. Once I had children of my own, and filled my house with hundreds of children’s books, I realized how terrible the stories I’d written in my early twenties were. I began writing for kids when I was selected to study with poet and children’s author Lucille Clifton in 2003, but (thank heavens) I never submitted or published any of that early stuff. But my rhyming got a lot better in college, when I won my school’s creative writing award and was featured at a Women in Poetry conference. I’m a scuba-diving, mango smoothie lover who hails from planet Earth, and I’ve been a rhyming fool since I could say “Guess what? Chicken Butt.” My first rhyming poem was actually published in a county newspaper when I was still in elementary school. ![]() ![]() Miranda, who are you, where are you, and how long have you been a rhyming fool? Guest Poet Snickerview™ ~ Miranda Paul What’s Up with Miranda ![]()
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