Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet
Poetry Assignment #14: The Cinquain
Grandma’s dry skin
has shiny blue veins that
slither wriggle pulse bulge: Grandma’s
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 your eyes to the wonder that is all around you. Even when what you find wonderful is not the same as what I find wonderful.
Missing the Best Guinea Pig Ever
by Goldie Granmoti
Muffin, fluff of
ginger fur, purred and squeaked,
snuggled close. Then stillness. Quiet.
I can’t believe Miss S is going to let Goldie read poems at the talent share, and not me!