Poetry

As part of our writing program boys have been exploring different types of poetry. Boys have already written diamante poems about their holidays and haiku poems about the Swan River. They have also found a poem that appeals to them and explained why. Below are some poems we read as a class and the boys enjoyed reading. Many of the boys wanted to practice reading the "Twistable, Turnable Man" so I hope you are enjoy reading them :)

Twistable Turnable Man

He's the Twistable Turnable Squeezable Pullable
Stretchable Foldable Man.
He can crawl in your pocket or fit your locket
Or screw himself into a twenty-volt socket,
Or stretch himself up to the steeple or taller,
Or squeeze himself into a thimble or smaller,
Yes he can, course he can,
He's the Twistable Turnable Squeezable Pullable
Stretchable Shrinkable Man.
And he lives a passable life
With his Squeezable Lovable Kissable Hugable
Pullable Tugable Wife.
And they have two twistable kids
Who bend up the way that they did.
And they turn and they stretch
Just as much as they can
For this Bendable Foldable
Do-what-you're-toldable
Easily moldable
Buy-what you're-soldable
Washable Mendable
Highly Dependable
Buyable Saleable
Always available
Bounceable Shakeable
Almost unbreakable
Twistable Turnable Man

By Shel Silverstein

Poetry Month – Emily Dickinson’s “Bee! I’m Expecting You!”

Bee! I’m expecting you!
Was saying Yesterday
To Somebody you know
That you were due –
The Frogs got Home last Week –
Are settled, and at work –
Birds, mostly back –
The Clover warm and thick –
You’ll get my Letter by
The seventeenth; Reply
Or better, be with me –
Yours, Fly.

Daddy Fell into the Pond a poem by Alfred Noyes
		Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey. We had nothing to do and nothing to say. We were nearing the end of a dismal day, And then there seemed to be nothing beyond, Then Daddy fell into the pond! And everyone's face grew merry and bright, And Timothy danced for sheer delight. "Give me the camera, quick, oh quick! He's crawling out of the duckweed!" Click! Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee, And doubled up, shaking silently, And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft, And it sounded as if the old drake laughed. Oh, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond When Daddy Fell into the pond! Alfred Noyes