writing lab

Writing Lab

Forms of Poetry

• A limerick is a fun poem that has five lines. Lines one, two and five have three strong downbeats, and the ends rhyme. Lines three and four have two strong downbeats and the ends rhyme

There once was a boy named O’TooleWho didn’t act smart when at school.He tried to read booksBut got dirty looksAnd he grew up to be quite a fool.

Anna Maria from FranceHated to sing and to danceBut she boogied one dayWhat an awful displayWhen her neighbor set fire to her pants!

11. My friend plays guitar,He played a gig in a bar.He did quite bad,He got so sadAnd now he lives in his car.

I root for a team named Philly,Who made the Dodgers look silly. They have bigger guns Which score more runs And the Dodgers wilted like lilies.

Assignment: Please type

• Write a Limerick. A Limerick is a fun poem that has five lines. Lines one, two and five have three strong downbeats, and the ends rhyme. Lines three and four have two strong downbeats and the ends rhyme.

• Metaphor – direct comparison without using the words ‘like’ or ‘as’

Metaphor

“The greater part of untested men appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look at the war, the red animal- the blood-swollen god.”

The Red Badge of Courage-

Stephen Crane

Metaphor for a Family My family is a medicine chest:

Dad is the super-sized band aid, strong and powerful but not always effective in a crisis.Mom is the middle-sized tweezers,which picks and pokes and pinches.David is the single small aspirin on the third shelf,sometimes ignored.Muffin, the sheep dog, is a round cotton ball, stained and dirty, that pops off the shelf and bounces in my way as I open the door.And I am the gauze which hold us all together with my love.

By: Belinda

Fifth of July

• My family is an expired firecracker set off by the blowtorch of divorce. We lay scattered in many directions.My father is the wick, badly burnt but still glowing softly.My mother is the blackened paper fluttering down,blowing this way and that, unsure where to land.My sister is the fallen, colorful parachute,lying in a tangled knot, unable to see the beauty sheholds.My brother is the fresh, untouched powder thatwas protected from the flame. And I,I am the singed, outside papers, curled awayfrom everything, silently cursing the blowtorch.

Your turn—Write a poem about your writing lab family describing them using metaphors. Your poem should be an extended metaphor. My writing lab family is a (your metaphor)_____________is (metaphor)______________is (metaphor)

I am (metaphor)Note: You may also use your family if you

choose.

Please type poems

• Both will be due on Tuesday.