Some of the focus of this blog is to record the adventures Rooster and I take. We added our two youngest granddaughters after we retired. I decided one of my challenges for 2022 would consist of recording the adventure in a mock-epic poetic style. Today we journeyed to the Muncie Children’s Museum located at 515 S. High Street Muncie, Indiana. This attraction was worth the trip. Our grandkids had fun, and reasonable cost made Rooster happy. We all know he is cheap, cheap, cheap.
Quest to the Muncie Children’s Museum
I plead with the picky Word Daddy for a steady hand
And the words to help the reader hear and understand
The glorious tale of the adventures gathered that day
At the feast of fools before getting underway
Cups of hot chocolate, a syrupy but toxic brew
Sugar high adventures with tall tales that grew
Chicken little made a sour, frightening face
Baby Bird constructed a blinding metal grace.
The adventures climbed in a carriage of spark
And traveled past the big dog’s warning bark
Until they spotted flags unfurled
The Rooster didn’t utter a word
Passing vessels seeking treasure
Gliding gracefully to find pleasure
It appeared we would get stuck in the city
The Henhouse lady thought it was a pity.
Finally, we flowed by barren brownfields
Roadside crosses to mark a place of past kills
In our right flaming pillars of fire
Overhead angry birds on a wire
Naked branches of monstrous trees
We journey to the kingdom of Muncie
On a quest to find some lingering fun
In a world made weary by the lack of sun
We entered unfamiliar lands
Beyond the sculptures holding hands
We bribed the guard sitting at the gate
To let us pass to an uncertain fate
Airplanes in flight overhead
Watertower to climb instead
A woodland to explore
Trains running on a track galore.
Baby Bird climbs into the belly of a beast
She was happy once his growling ceased
Chicken little makes a call
We worried Baby Bird might fall
A marketplace to gather food
Once in the kitchen, cook it good
A pretend ballon to ride up, up, and away
A giant mouse that wants to play
A one-room schoolhouse where we can learn
The bully-boy Babby Bird decided to spurn
A honeycomb to explore
A hovering bee hard to ignore
A tiny Ferris wheel and carousel
In a village where little people dwell
Chicken little climbs onto a red machine
A message on the wall in lights so clean
Now it is time for us to go
We walk through the exit very slow
As soon as we emerge into the sun
Baby Bird says, “That was fun.”
Our trusty chariot, the Chevy Spark
It carries us into the growing dark
On the journey home, tired children rest
This museum is among our greatest quest
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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That was clever, Molly. What a fun combination of poetry and photos to share your adventure with the granddaughters. They looked like they had a wonderful time. 🙂
Wow–that looks like a great place to visit, Molly!
My kids would have loved it when they were little.
Thank you for reading our adventure. We had a great time.
You’re welcome!
Brilliantly written – as always – and an amazing adventure with amazing photos!
Thank you. The grandkids had fun.