Thursday, April 14, 2011

Poem in Your Pocket Day 2011

Today was Poem in Your Pocket Day, and both boys brought poems to school. Tintin brought a poem by his late great-grandfather in his pants pocket and a poem by Jack Prelutsky in the pocket of his lunch bag. He gave them both to his best friend for his 8th birthday. Johnny Boo brought a poem about onions from Pizza and Other Stinky Poems.

While Tintin was looking through our poetry books to find a poem, he was inspired to write his own poetry. Here is what he came up with:

A Red Hat

I have a little hat.
It's red and I like it like that.
It's my favorite red hat.
My granny is wearing it.
I love my fanny hat.


I like me.
It's funny like me.
I yell and screech 'cause
I am a jeoparty-trot.


I groom as I seem.
But it has a little beam.
It is fun as though I need.
A little hug or kiss.
So I try to be nice.

I Go

I said I don't want to go but I have to.
So I stayed when Mom came back.
She asked why I was fat.
I was thrown into the garbage can.


I am so sad
That I am so bad.
I am mad
Because I am a lad.

Dr. Money

I am Doctor Money
'Cause I love money.


I won lots of candy.
My mom said I shouldn't.
But I did anyway.


Yay yay yay I love to say YAY!!!
It is so fun so I have to say

Right after that he turned into H.P. Lovecraft and wrote the following:

The Angel of Death and 1 Other Story
by H.P. Lovecraft

Once upon a time there was a plain old house. Inside the house were very nice paintings. There were children sleeping in their beds. The next day the Guardians came. They captured all the people and made them as slaves. They worked all day long for the king named Culisvash.

One night God sent the angel of death to go fight and kill Culisvash. Then God, melech, and the slaves escaped.

The Game of Memories
by H.P. Lovecraft

Once upon a time there was a big boy who liked to play games. So one day he played a game of memories. When he was done he lost. Then his memories went away. So now he was stupid and crazy and never listened to directions.

Check out our post on Poem in Your Pocket Day 2009 at our other blog, Mother Is Not Concerned!


shawnacy said...

these are gold.
keep them forever
frame them
give them to him when he graduates college.

all i have to say is YAY!!!!

david elzey said...

there be brilliance here! i think i'm most knocked out by him turning into h.p. lovecraft.

also, lunch bags with pockets are genius.

Tabatha said...

How excellent that he is giving poems for presents!

Can I be a jeoparty-trot, too? (Assuming that's a good thing, I mean...)

Brimful Curiosities said...

Sad and Yay are my favorites! And, I'm not sure I'll ever feel like playing a game of Memory again!

Alex said...

The Game of Memories sounds an awful lot like the Necronomicon.

Storied Cities said...

I love Jack P.'s poems. I wanted to participate in Poem in your Pocket day, but sadly my son had a bad stomach bug. No doubt there is a poem somewhere about that!