Tag: National Poetry Month 2016

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

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

Louis J. Pasternak Poetry Assignment #2: Similes Lovebug Popcorn Kamikaze lovebugs crowd highways, smash into our windshield, explode like splotchy white popcorn Miss S – Did you see my simile? Lovebugs look like popcorn! How cool is that? Louis, I am always devastated when I drive through swarms of lovebugs

It Begins Miss Sweetmallow said we had to write poetry. I hate poetry. I like folding my eyelids back so you can see the wet parts underneath. I like playing basketball until I’m dripping in sweat and then shaking my whole body so everybody gets a shower. I even like