POEM

onomatopoeia

onomatopoeia

• This morning a dinosaur tromped into school, ferocious, atrocious, and dripping with drool. He had to be practically twenty feet tall, and banged around looking something to maul. He stomped and he snorted, he bellowed and roared. His head hit the ceiling and busted a board. That beast was undoubtedly ready for lunch. He snatched up a chair in his teeth with a crunch,

alliteration

My Puppy Punched Me In the Eye

• My puppy punched me in the eye. My rabbit whacked my ear. My ferret gave a frightful cry and roundhouse kicked my rear. My lizard flipped me upside down. My kitten kicked my head. My hamster slammed me to the ground and left me nearly dead. So my advice? Avoid regrets; no matter what you do, don’t ever let your family pets take lessons in kung fu.
• –Kenn Nesbitt

rhyme

I Went out Exploring

• I went out exploring for treasure today. I wasn’t successful I’m sorry to say. Instead of some treasure I found a few rocks. I found a dead bug and some stinky old socks. I found a small string from a party balloon, a bubblegum wrapper, and half of a spoon. I found a flat can and the cap from a pen. I don’t think that I’ll go exploring again.
• — Kenn Nesbitt

metaphor

A Sad and Lonely Cyclops

• I’m a sad and lonely Cyclops. I am so misunderstood. Though I probably look fearsome I am actually good. I’m as harmless as a kitten. No, I wouldn’t hurt a fly, But my neighbors think I’m monstrous with my solitary eye. So they laugh at me and tease me and they often call me names, plus they won’t let me participate in their Olympic games. They won’t let me join their practices or even watch a tryout. So I sit at home and sniffle and I sadly cry my eye out.
• — Kenn

hyperbole

The Dancing Baboon of Djibouti

• The Dancing Baboon of Djibouti is known for his breakdancing skills. He flips on his hips and his booty from Boston to Beverly Hills. He’ll bounce from his back to his belly. He’ll hop on his hands and his chin. He’ll scissor from Dublin to Delhi, then drop to his shoulders and spin. He’ll windmill from here to Helsinki. He’ll rocket from Reno to Rome, then pike on the point of his pinky and pretzel hop into your home. But if the Baboon of Djibouti starts dancing inside your abode, to run for your life is your duty, for things are about to explode. He’ll smash all your glasses and vases. He’ll trash all your tables and chairs. He’ll pull all your books from their cases, then throw your TV down the stairs. He’ll shatter your platters and pictures. He’ll crash through the windows and walls. He’ll fracture your bathtubs and fixtures. He’ll rip up the rugs in the halls. It may be his footwork is funky, but dancing just isn’t enough, for though he’s a breakdancing monkey, he’s happier breaking your stuff.
• — Kenn Nesbitt

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