Class Exercise #3

Class Exercise #3

Dr. Seussical

There once was a boy bird named Bill.

He thought he was in love with a girl bird, Jill.

His life would be best if he could get Jill in a nest.

Bill looked and looked for just the right spot,

While Jill debated if they should or should not.

Finally, one day, she said, “Fine.

I’ll go gather some twine.

You go find some sticks”

When Jill got back with the twine,

Bill was there with some bricks.

A great argument ensued and the feathers really flew

Until Bill fully understood

that bricks are too hard

when lady birds brood.

They set to work with sticks and twine

And built a stout nest lined with fuzz of dandelion.

Soon four eggs appeared and Jill just sat

While Bill worked his tail off keeping her fat.

Then suddenly, so it seemed to Bill,

There were four gaping beaks to fill and fill and fill.

The baby birds grew and grew and grew.

Then, one day off they all flew.

Bill sat next to Jill on a nearby branch.

How long had it been since they had a chance

To just sit and chat?

Said Bill to Jill with a sigh,

“A boy bird should know what he is asking for

When his quest is to get a girl bird in a nest.”

A Clerihew

There is a man in Florida named Rush.

With argumentative words he is flush.

Whenever I hear the beginning of his show,

I find some place else to go.

Tanka

Milo the tawny

Siamese comes slipping ‘round

The corner, looking

For an open door so he

Can go back inside to hide.

Rain falls softly on

The carpet of new green grass

Spring is here at last

Then the clouds scurry away

And, raindrops sparkle all ‘round

Parts of Speech

A cat

Tawny and brown

Crouches and leaps

Quickly

Feathers

An orange

Juicy and sweet

Rolled and sliced

Stickily

Breakfast.

I Have a Dream

I have a dream of heaven on earth

Here everyone will be loved

All resources will be shared

Voices will be soft and encouraging

Each person will help their neighbors

All people will be treated with respect

Danger will disappear as we all care for each other

Race will no longer be a prime descriptor

Everyone will be judged by character alone

And, beauty will surround us all day, every day.

Music will be uplifting a soothing

when heaven comes on earth

Origin Story

The farmer left a tumbler of fresh milk for the Tomte then hurried into his warm house. The Tomte took his milk to his warm home in the bank near the barn. At his doorstep he slipped on some ice and sloshed his milk. The droplets froze on the bare stems of summer’s grass sticking through the snow. In the spring, the farmer’s wife was delighted to find a patch of tiny white flowers beside the barn. She called them Lilies of the Valley.

*The Tomte is a Swedish gnome who cares for the farmstead if the farmer feeds him.