Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet
Poetry Assignment #22: An Opposites Poem
Rules from Mom and Dad
Chew with your mouth closed
Always say please
Sit still in your chair
It’s not nice to tease
Rules I Wish I Could Give Mom and Dad
Don’t kiss me in public
Don’t ruffle my hair
Don’t beat box or skateboard
Or make my friends stare
More rules:
Do not call me sweetie!
Do not put my underwear on a clothesline!
Do not pick your nose in the car!
An excellent poem, Louis! It was refreshing to see you find humor without resorting to grossness.
More talent share practice.
Marty juggled tomatoes. (Miss S wouldn’t let him share his best talent, either.)
This was shaping up to be one pathetic talent share. Besides a bunch of boring or lame talents, Mr. Jones was going to give a dramatic monolog reading. I had heard stories from 5th graders about that torture.
I had to do something.
Better yet, Dr. Skullstench: Stealth Poet had to do something.
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Jama Rattigan, the foodie who loves children’s literature, has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. And she’s celebrating Laura Shovan’s new novel in verse, which I am looking forward to reading. Now, go devour some poetry:>)
10 Responses
I think fifth graders everywhere would agree with Louis’s rules! Can’t wait to find out what he has in mind for the talent show!
Thank you, Catherine! I’m sure students could add to Louis’ list, too:D
Fun! Kids need to turn tables on the grown ups (gently, like this!) ever’ so often.
Happy PF, Laura!
Thanks, Jan–kids often feel so powerless. It would be fun for them to imagine setting the rules…
How I wish I’d thought to have my students write “rules” for their parents! I’ll share with former colleagues, and perhaps they’ll do it. Wonderful, Laura.
That would be a fun writing exercise, wouldn’t it? Thanks, Linda!
I like those rules for parents! Nice to see both points of view. What will Stealth Poet do next?
Thanks, Jama–hope your Poetry Month is going wonderfully!
Fun seeing the rules from both sides! Happy National Poetry Month, Laura 🙂
Those poor young boys, ever embarrassed by their parents. LOL Great series.