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Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #21: A Poem Based on Research Rabbits Recycle! They sniff hay They chew it They poop it and then They sniff at their poop and start over again I made you queasy? Excellent! Here’s a rabbit poem for you! They really eat their poop. Don’t you have

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #19: The Persona Poem One Fine Spine–For Now I’m the spine of the book, the backbone, the side. I stand like a soldier and act like a guide. But as soon as you buy me, I’ll split, crack, and ache when you warp and deform me and

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #18: The Limerick Lamar Didn’t Listen There once was a pig named Lamar Whose mom said, “Don’t mosey too far.”              But he wandered away            on that sad, tragic day. Now his feet are for sale in a jar. I went

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #17: Concrete Poem    Bloody Memory       After             math a velvet valentine    as red as the blood from the famous 2nd-grade pencil sharpener accident waits on my desk like a bomb. My name is written on the front in flowery letters. There is lace all around the

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #16: Quatrains Cafeteria Duo Trio 1.    Eddie’s Trick See cool Eddie? He’s my hero He’s the only kid who knows How to make the cherry Kool-Aid Flow like rivers from his nose 2.    So-Called Stew   The menu says stew but that doesn’t fool me They’ve figured out

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #14: The Cinquain Grandma’s Snakes Old legs. Grandma’s dry skin has shiny blue veins that slither wriggle pulse bulge: Grandma’s pet snakes. I never knew my family was so disgusting until I started writing poetry. Cool! That IS what I adore about poetry, Louis. It can open

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #13: The Diamante Lemons Coming Out of My Pores lemonade tangy, yellow clinking, drinking, chilling, summer, liquid, noon, basketball slipping, dripping, shaking clear, salty sweat You said 2 opposite or related things work. Lemonade turns into sweat! It turns into something else, too, but you don’t want

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #12: The Haiku Don’t Look at Uncle Gary! He wears a Speedo Like a plump water balloon Wears a rubber band Nothing shocks you? I’ll find something…I know haiku has to be about nature, but we were at the lake. Does that count? I must confess this

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #11: The Acrostic My Mom Doesn’t Always Embarrass Me Mom, I would be an Orphan without you!  [So don’t take a job in some other country] Thank you for not Hugging me in public. Or private. Even when you’re Right about something, you never rub it in.

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #10: Hyperbole Guaranteed to Make You Puke If you ever need to make yourself sick the night before a test         or a family portrait             or dinner with Grandpa creep downstairs to the kitchen after bedtime Discover your mom and dad k– k–

Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #9: The Ballad The Ballad of My Shameful Mother Last Thursday my mom could not come to my game. I felt floods of relief and a trickle of shame. My mom always hollered and screamed at the ref as I dribbled downfield and wished I was deaf.