Poetry Month: Day 29 (by Dante)

I chose "I Took a Sip of Water" because it is funny and it has a story about a man who drinks a lot of water, which is a cool topic because it makes him fat and he can't leave his room. That can never happen in real life so it seems interesting and entertaining. I especially like the part when he wants to drink a waterfall. I hope you enjoy it!

I Took a Sip of Water
I took a sip of water,
a second sip, a cup.
I filled a tumbler to the brim
and drank that glass right up.
I guzzled down a gallon,
a gallon is a lot,
but noticed that the more I drank,
the thirstier I got.

I drank a quart of lemonade,
I drank a quart of juice,
I drank a quart of chocolate milk,
it wasn't any use.
I found a dozen sodas
and quickly drank them all,
I felt that I could drink a creek,
a lake, a waterfall.

My body kept expanding,
it seemed about to burst,
and yet I couldn't manage
to satisfy my thirst.
Now I've become so bloated,
I can't fit through the door-
I'm fairly certain I will not
eat sponges anymore.
-by Jack Prelutsky

Poetry Month: Day 28 (by Zora)

I chose "Jabberwocky" because it fascinates me when a poet uses old slang and still can tell a poetic story. Also, the old words are very interesting to try and find the meaning of.

Jabberwocky
 'Twas brillig, in the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with it's head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish son!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig in the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Poetry Month: Day 27 (by Wriley)

I chose this poem because it's one of the favorite poems I've ever written and it is about something that means a lot to me.

               RHINOS

That day the sun was rising
And the air crackled in my ear
From the nights before fire
The land was black and burnt
That day was also the day of the sickness


That was the day we saw
A horn poking out of the burnt grass
Then a rhino emerged
A dull gray body
With bright eyes to match

That was the day the rhino
Stampeded into our minds
Burning itself into our memories
And never leaving
-by Wriley

Poetry Month: Day 26 (by Asa)

I chose "The Whitesmith" because it is one of my favorite poems that I have written.

The Whitesmith

I am the whitesmith,
I work all day,
smelting,
burning,
hammering away.
It's hard work, I do agree.
I burned my hand,
as you can see.
One false move around the pit,
but I tell customers,
to steer clear of it.

I am the whitesmith,
I work all day.
I may work all night,
but I get good pay.
I work with a partner of very unique type.
My work-wear is white with brown stripes.

            I am the whitesmith,
              and I love my job.


         By: Asa

Poetry Month: Day 25 (by Edison)

I chose "Hail" because it has a way of showing how I feel.Also, it tells what really did happen the night it was hailing.
Enjoy!

Hail
"Clank!"
"Clank!"
"Clank!"
Hail hits my roof over and over again.
"Bonk!"
"Bonk!"
"Bonk!"
I wake up, startled
Nothing but darkness
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"BOOM!"
Ice covers the hail and makes it bigger.
"Ka-Boom!"
"Ka-Boom!"
KA-BOOM
Hail can be a very cool form of precipitation
-by Edison

Poetry Month: Day 23 (by Hayden)

I chose "Jack Be Nimble" and "Good Night" because they are both very funny.

Jack Be Nimble
 Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack jump over the combustion reaction of 0.2 + heat + fuel to form CO.2 + light + heat + exhaust.

Good Night
Good night, sleep tight,
Don't let the bedbug,
 tick, or louse
 suck blood from you,
 hatch its eggs,
and then develop the larvae on you
...all right?
-by Jon Scieszka

Poetry Month: Day 20 (by Freya)

I chose the adventures of Isabel by Ogden Nash because I think it is funny and fits with our narrative  poetry study.   I also think that it rhymes even though it is a narrative poem.

The Adventures of Isabel
 Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel didn't care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous.
The bear said "Isabel, glad to meet you,
How do, Isabel, now I'll eat you!"
Isabel, Isabel didn't worry.
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel calmly ate the bear up.
Once in a night as black as pitch
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
The witch's face was cross and wrinkled,
The witch's gum with teeth were sprinkled.
"Ho Ho, Isabel!" the old witch crowed,
"I'll turn you into an ugly toad!"
Isabel, Isabel didn't worry.
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She showed no rage she showed no rancor,
But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.
Isabel met a hideous giant,
Isabel continued self reliant.
The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,
He had one eye in the middle of his forehead.
"Good morning, Isabel," the giant said,
"I'll grind your bones to make my bread."
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She nibbled the zwieback that she always fed off,
And when it was gone, she cut the giant's head off.
Isabel met a troublesome doctor,
He punched and he poked till he really shocked her.
The doctor's talk was of coughts and chills
And the doctor's satchel bulged with pills.
The doctor said unto Isabel,
"Swallow this, it will make you well."
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She took those pills from the pill concocter,
And Isabel calmly cured the doctor.
-by Ogden Nash

Poetry Month: Day 19 (by Arya)

I chose " The Plan"by Nikki Grimes because I think it has a lot of meaning and when you read it, you can actually see it happening in front of you. Once you read this poem, you might also cry!

The Plan

A boy got shot
At school last month
My knees still knock
At the memory.
What makes somebody
Want to shoot,to kill?
"It's hate," says Blue.
"And fear. One
Holds the gun
While the other
Pulls th trigger.
When you're bigger,
You'll understand."
Well, I don't plan
On hating anyone.
But fears already
Scratching at my door,
Which means
I got one down
And one to go.
So, Mister Fear,
If you're listening,
You must be leaving
Now.
-by Nikki Grimes

Poetry Month: Day 18 (by Hadi)

I chose "My Parents Have the Flu Today," because I like how the poet made it funny but it still had all the things that any other poet would have like similies, rymes etc. And I love the idea for the poem, it's very creative and funny!

My Parents Have the Flu Today by Jack Prelutsky
My parents have the flu today,
they are both sick in bed,
and thoughts of what to do today
are swimming through my head.
My nimble brain is burgeoning
with ways to misbehave,
I'll give my brother's Teddy Bear
a haircut and a shave.

 Perhaps I'll make a mud pie
in my sisters stupid hat,
attach my mother's earrings
to the puppy and the cat,
hang carrots from the ceilings,
stuff bananas into shoes,
then set the clocks to different times,
it's certain to confuse.

I'll switch the salt and sugar,
scatter meatballs on the rugs,
hide spaghetti in a closet,
and refrigerate some bugs.
I'll paint my father's underwear
an iridescent blue.
My options are unlimited...
my parents have the flu.
      -Jack Prelutsky   

Poetry Month: Day 17 (by Natalija)

I chose "Hungry Mungry" by Shel Silverstein because I think Shel Silverstein is one of the best poets in the world! I really like him because he rhymes, uses alliteration, personification, similes, and metaphors. This poem from "Where The Sidewalk Ends" is very funny and silly.

Hungry Mungry
Hungry Mungry sat at supper,
Took his knife and spoon and fork,
Ate a bowl of mushroom soup, ate a slice of roasted pork,
Ate a dozen stewed tomatoes, twenty-seven deviled eggs,
Fifteen shrimps, nine baked potatoes,
Thirty-two fried chicken legs
A shank of lamb, a boiled ham,
Two bowls of grits, some black eyed peas,
Four chocolate shakes, eight angel cakes,
Nine custard pies with Muenster cheese,
Ten pots of tea, and after he
Had eaten all that he was able,
He poured some broth on the tablecloth
And ate the kitchen table.


His parents said, "Oh Hungry Mungry, stop these silly jokes."
Mungry opened up his mouth, and "Gulp," he ate his folks.
And then he went and ate his house, all the bricks and wood,
And then he ate up all the people in the neighborhood.
Up came twenty angry policemen shouting, "Stop and cease."
Mungry opened up his mouth and "Gulp," he ate the police.
Soldiers came with tanks and guns.
Said Mungry, "They can't harm me."
He just smiled and licked his lips and ate the U.S. Army.


The President sent all his bombers - Mungry still was calm,
Put his head back, gulped the planes, and gobbled up the bomb.
He ate his town and ate the city - ate and ate and ate-
And then he said, "I think I'll eat the whole United States."

And so he ate Chicago first and munched the Water Tower,
And then he chewed on Pittsburgh but he found it rather sour.
He ate New York and Tennessee, and all of Boston town,
Then drank the Mississippi River just to wash it down.
And when he'd eaten every state, each puppy, boy and girl
He wiped his mouth upon his sleeve and went to eat the world.

He ate the Egypt pyramids and every church in Rome,
And all the grass in Africa and all the ice in Nome.
He ate each hill in green Brazil and then to make things worse
He decided for dessert to eat the universe.

He started with the moon and stars and soon as he was done
He gulped the clouds, he sipped the air and gobbled up the sun.
Then sitting there in the cold dark air,
He started to nibble his feet,
Then his legs, then his hips,
Then his neck, then his lips
Till he sat there just gnashin' his teeth
'Cause nothin' was nothin' was
Nothin' was nothin' was
Nothin' was left to eat.
-by Shel Silverstein 

Poetry Month: Day 21 (by Malinee)

I chose It's Raining Pigs and Noodles because it was really funny and it really had a good sound to it. I also chose it because it's very interesting because you wouldn't think of it.

It's raining pigs and noodles,
it's pouring frogs and hats,
chrysanthemums and poodles,
bananas,brooms,and cats.
Assorted prunes and parrots
are dropping from the sky,
here comes a bunch of carrots,
some hippopotami.

It's raining pens and pickles,
and eggs and silverware.
A flood of figs and nickels
is falling through the air.
I see a swan, a sweater,
a clock, a model train--
I like this so much better
than when it's raining rain. 
 -by Jack Prelutsky

Poetry Month: Day 16 (by Sofia)

I chose "Love That Dog" because Jack's attitude changes over the book. In the beginning of the book Jack says ''I don't want to because boys don't write poetry, girls do'' ; In the ending of the book Jack ended up writing a magnificent poem (''Love That Dog''.) Another reason I chose ''Love That Dog'' is Sharon Creech is a wonderful writer and she wrote many wonderful stories.

Love That Dog

Love that dog
like a bird loves to fly
I said I love that dog
like a bird loves to fly
Love to call him in the morning
love to call him
''Hey there, Sky!''
-by Sharon Creech

Poetry Month: Day Fifteen (by Madison)

I chose "Once Upon a Simon" because I really miss my cat Simon and I think it would be a great memory of all she did in her life.

Once Upon A Simon

once upon a Simon,
Simon

hit her head
meowed all day
bit a mouse in the house
tumbled down the couch
landed on my blouse

and finely
caught the mouse
-by Madison

Poetry Month: Day 13 (by Cheyanne)

I chose "Bees.... Bees I Say!" because i dont think the class is really mature and i just wanna make a poem for the class so they understand what they act like.

Bees... Bees I Say!
People panicking talking
about ooh I'm allergic,
get it out of here! as the kids say
Katie gets tempted "4-324 you
need to stop acting like a bunch
of 1st grader's... you guys are in 4th
grade act like it" I was not even panicking
even when the bee came above my head
what i did was you know.....................
Act calm

Poetry Month: Day 11 (by AJ)

I chose "What is Skateboarding?" because it can give people advice about what skateboarding really is and how you should feel about it. Maybe it will even give advice about what it's like and what happens.

What is Skateboarding?
Scary
Kool
Awesome
Thrilling
Exiting
 Beyond amazing
OK
Active
ROLLING RIDE
Dazzling your day
Injury maker
Not so bad
Good time!
-by AJ

Poetry Month: Day Eight (by Will)

I chose "Test" because it is an actual event that happened in Georgia that was really passionate for me and  also because I wrote it myself using details from what really happened and from my mentor poet, Sharon Creech.

Test
One day I was swim-swim-swimming
in the sea looking for food
when I heard a small skit-skit-skittering
on the rocks so I
swammmm following my instincts straight
to the crab
so I opened my mouth and
LURCHED forward thinking,
yesyesyesyes
but something pulled me back so
I looked back and saw a HUGE
net grasped around me so I
tug-tug-tugged
until the net fell off
my body
but a net was still attached to
my flipper
and as I tug-tug-tugged
the net grew tight-tight-tighter
until I thought,
I'll never swim again I'll never swim again
but then I was pull-pull-pulled
onto a ship and
I was taken on that
ship to the Georgia Sea Turtle Center
where my staff
Dr. Norton said he would
do surgery to stop the
swell-swell-swelling
of my flipper
so I knew I was in good hands
and I was treated immediately
with nice care and
tasty food in a frozen coolldd ice
block where I had to snap-snap-snap
to get my food
and I was so so happy
that Dr. Norton said my flipper would soon be healed
and when Will and Max S.
adopted me so they could see
how I was doing.

I am Test,
the sea turtle.

-by Will

Poetry Month: Day Seven (by Parker)

I chose "When I Saw a Squirrel" because it made me really study the squirrel. It seemed a little bit funny because when the squirrel looked up at me I could really get an idea out of my mind of how to make a poem out of it. And I love writing poems about things I see!

When I Saw a Squirrel
When I saw a squirrel I was very calm and
normal I snuck up to it, And didn't say a word.
I wanted to track it, so I (made long lines), but
that was not possible. Well never mind, and
as we act like local snoops, and please don't scream,
because I don't want to fall out of a tree.
-by Parker

                                     
                                       

Poetry Month: Day Six (by Veronica)

I chose "Red Wheelbarrow"by William Carlos Williams because I feel like this poem speaks to me. Our class found this poem in "Love That Dog" by Sharon Creech and when I first heard it I thought it was confusing but good.

Red Wheelbarrow 
By William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

Poetry Month: Day Five (by Gerrit)

I chose one of my poems because I'm wanting to see how my poems do. I also want to share my thoughts. I chose

   the Last Time.
by Gerrit

  There  over there look my cat she's so sick
           SO sick we must put her to sleep
  she's skinny,soft,super sick
               Can I help her?
      But quick look the cage if I turn one more page she'll be gone so I will not do it

      But life will continue slowly forever for everyone
                  here is where I feel week
   can I save her can I? ''Does she have to go'' I say''Yes '' is all I hear

 This is the time the cage is waiting,wrestling,to keep the cat in.Her paw comes through a hole
I grabbed it like life wishing I would never have to let go.''BAM LOCK''
 
 the door is shut parting us forever.





             And forever is never!

Poetry Month: Day Four (by Jack)

I chose "Purple Cow" because it's very funny. Also the picture for it is funny. It's by Gelett Burgess, 1895. That's a really old poem! My dad suggested I look it up on the internet, and we found it there.

Purple Cow
I never saw a purple cow, I never hope to see one but I can tell you anyhow I'd rather see than be one
-Gelett Burgess