From Ralph Fletcher in A Writing Kind of Day
Poetry is like some
sugar-crazed teenager
who just got a license
but refuses to follow
the rules of the road.
It races out of control
then jams up the traffic by
going reeaaaaal slooooooow.
It turns up the music so loud
you can't sleep at night.
I can't figure out how it Decides
to capitalize certain Words.
Punctuation? Ha! A joke!
Won't use complete sentences.
And why does it refuse to
stay
on
the
line?
The most annoying thing?
Poetry won't shut up.
It embarrasses everyone
by telling the truth.
What does this poem make you think of? Do you agree with this poetry view?
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5 comments:
i think that this poem covers all our rules we learned with jack &love that dog.
h.a.k
i wonder when we are going to start but i just can't wait
I like how the poem covers the rules, too! I like how it REFUSES to stay on the line!
MS P
poetry can sometimes be embaressing!
but it also teaches teenagers a lesson!
to stay ON THE LINE!
WHEN I GET MY LICENSE,
I WILL ALWAYS STAY ON THE LINE!
A.H
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