Doggeral Plays

I have discovered even third graders can be art critics.

You may recall that the Hollyrood third graders and I wait for the older kids at Fernwood. We may sit there 10 to 15 minutes, so to pass the time, I wrote some poetry for them and they howled with laughter. You can read my first two poems at “More Mike!”

Last week I came up with my third poem. This was the way I originally wrote it:

Carson

Carson’s a girl who rides on the bus
From Hollyrood to home.
Either dad takes her from us
in his coat and his tie
or Grandmas meets her
while eating her pie.

You can see how I reached for that last line. The kids chuckled mildly. How quickly they turned on me!

So I revised the poem, my confidence shattered, and tried again:

Carson

Carson’s a girl who rides on the bus
From Hollyrood to home.
Either dad takes her from us
in his coat and his tie
or Grandmas meets her
while eating pooberry pie.

Well, I gotta tell you. I was back. The kids rocketed off the walls with laughter. I Learned something. A good third grade poem has to have rhythm, rhyme and some possible “poo”.

Today I tried again with this one:

Paul & Sylvia

My two backseat drivers are Paul & Sylvia
They came to the U.S. from Brazil-via
the Mexican border.
They speak Portuguese, not Spanish or Latin
English is used when they fatten a toad-or
a Moose.

It’s doggeral, I know.
The kids love it, though,
and it helps pass the time.
Next time I’ll try some Shel Silverstein.

I miss Shel Silverstein

Poetry Hollyrood Kids Mover Mike

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