My attempt at the poetry pattern:
Cereal Cereal Cereal
Cereal Cereal Cereal
Breakfast cereal
Crunchy cereal
Toasted, flakey, munchy cereal
Circles, squares and fruit-shape cereal
Those are just a few
Chocolate cereal
Sugary cereal
Honey sweetened frosted cereal
Rot your teeth cereal
Good for you cereal too
Oatmeal cereal
Wheaties cereal
and don't forget whole bran cereal
Last of all
Best of all
I like pancakes for breakfast
by Karen McCurdy
Cereal Poem
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Write a Poem
My son's school class recently published a book of poetry. It is a pretty cool book. They all wrote a poem following the same format. For example:
Sports, Sports, Sports,
Sports, Sports, Sports
Kicking sports
Running sports
Hitting, throwing, catching sports
Fast, summer, jumping, sports
Those are just a few
Winter sports
Sledding sports
Fun, riding, olympic sports
Motor, net, racket sports
Play with my dad sports too!
Inside sports
Outside sports
And don't forget racing sports
Last of all
Best of all
I like water sports!
by Christopher McCurdy
Here is the pattern
1. title repeated in first line
2. a descriptive word then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
3. a descriptive word then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
4. Three descriptive words then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
5. Three descriptive words then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
6. "Those are just a few"
7. a descriptive word then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
8. a descriptive word then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
9. Three descriptive words then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
10. Three descriptive words then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
11. Description then the work "too!"
12. a descriptive word then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
13. a descriptive word then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
14. "And don't forget" a descriptive word then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
15. "Last of All"
16. "Best of All"
17. "I like" a descriptive word then noun or your choice here ___________ "sports"
Try it - it is really fun
Labels: Why Mother's Need Sons
And A Little Child Shall Lead Them
When Chris was nursery age at church, he had a little trouble staying in there without me. He is my last child and is ten years younger than my youngest daughter, so truthfully it is hard to say whether he or I originally had the most difficulty with this separation. Regardless of whose anxiety caused it, I attended nursery for about six months. If it has been awhile since you have been to nursery, it can be a very entertaining place to go on a Sunday afternoon. You can find out all kinds of interesting information about friends and neighbors. Children do not know not to tell on their parents. Things like "my mommy slams doors" or, my favorite, "My daddy pees standing up" are frequently announced without even prying.
On one particular Sunday Chris was doing very well in nursery. I told him that I needed to go to the bathroom (which I did), and that I would be back. I left, went to the bathroom and returned. I looked through the peephole in the door and Chris was doing fine, so I decided to go to class. About ten minutes later I heard Chris crying in the hall (you can always identify your own child's cry). The nursery leader was bringing him to me. I hurried out to see what was wrong.
"Oh, Chris, what is the matter?" I asked
"I came to find you" He said
"But, Chris" I said "I am okay, you are suppose to be in nursery!"
Chris stopped crying and looked at me very sincerely.
"Mom", he said "You're suppose to be in the bathroom!"
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D.C. did it
D.C. was our cat. She went missing last summer and although we searched for her for a few days, we couldn't find her. She had never left us before in 15 years so we thought she must have died. A couple weeks after she disappeared we found her body in the garage. My son, Chris and I took care of her and had funeral services. He missed D.C. and cried himself to sleep a few times.
Yesterday we were cleaning the basement and opened the door to the garage. We noticed that the drain cover was missing and my husband wondered aloud what had happened to it.
"D.C." took it off Dad" Chris said
"But, it was screwed on" Dad said
"She must have used the screwdriver and bzzzz'd rrrpp" Chris said, making screwdriver motions.
Yup, There is no other explanation for it.
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