With the competition between our school, Alvie and Carlisle River not long away, I’m not sure we’re ready for this competition. If rhyming is all that matters in poetry, we would be fine, but it’s not of course. I’m not sure why we teachers can talk about rhythm, metaphor and so on but little of our suggestions end up on paper. Instead “cat” has to rhyme with “mat” so we’re only just beginning to break free from cultural expectations of what poetry can be. There were a few amusing limericks this week. Interested readers may want to look at our student’s blogs at the bottom right hand side of this page, to check out what we’ve worked on. One new student still hasn’t got a blog, so I’ve copy/ pasted his offering below.
My Life
I unlock my house with a key
I watch tv: something about the sea
But then I saw a bee
And a cat is stuck in a tree

Once upon a time there was a dog
Who had a cog
Then he camped in a log
And then got lost in the fog