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,
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
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
Welcome, all! I’m happy to be hosting a Poetry Friday Roundup during April–what fun! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.) I continue my Poetry Month sharing of “The Putrid Poetic Ponderings of Louis J. Pasternak, AKA Dr. Skullstench” (see right sidebar for more info) today with a poem inspired
Welcome to 15 Words or Less Poems Day! Are you ready to wake up your poetry brains with our weekly exercise (guidelines here)? Here’s my next pic taken in March on the way home from South Bend, IN to Minneapolis, MN. This image makes me think of:
Dr. Pasternak: Stealth Poet Poetry Assignment #7: Rhyme Head Cheese It wiggles and shimmies and does a slight jig It’s gelatin pickled with pieces of pig There’s a sliver of tongue and a big chunk of heart There’s a huge hunk of dark and mysterious pig part. It’s nasty! Revolting!
Louis J. Pasternak Poetry Assignment #6: The List Poem If You Accidentally Swallow Ocean Water … you also swallow: gloopy whale blubber broken starfish arms penguin poop dead fish sunken ships lobster shells and all the pee of all the kids in the world, even kids in Europe and Australia
[Note from Laura: Hi, teachers and readers! If Louis were writing a gross poem about me today, it would be about head colds, congestion, crusty stuff, and maybe green stuff, too. :>( Yup, I’ve got a cold. And I’m glad Louis isn’t here to describe it. Thanks for reading!] Louis
Louis J. Pasternak Poetry Assignment #4: Repetition Pimple Popping There’s a pimple on my cheek and I’m dying just to pop it I was picking at it yesterday ’til Marty hollered, “Stop it!” It’s shiny and it’s white and I’m dying just to pop it Bran shows off his callus
Louis J. Pasternak Poetry Assignment #3: Metaphors My Grand Canyon Feet Under a magnifying glass, my feet form a desert– sandy, dry, cracked deep slices carved out: canyons that held rivers a zillion years ago in the Great Foot Desert. Only sweat trickles through canyons Mysterious mosses sometimes grow there
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