Unit 8 – Write a POEM

In this unit we will write a love poem and you will recite it in front of the class.

First, what do you notice in the poems below?

– How are they structured?


Read this:

Love is…, Adrian Henri

Love is feeling cold in the back of vans

Love is a fanclub with only two fans

Love is walking holding paintstained hands

Love is.

Love is fish and chips on winter nights

Love is

Love is the presents in Christmas shops

Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops

Love is what happens when the music stops

Love is

Love is you and love is me

Love is prison and love is free

Love’s what’s there when you are away from me

Love is…


Famous Poets

Read this:

A Little Poem for Poetry Month
by Jack Prelutsky

I’m glad we have a Poetry Month,
But still, I wonder why
They chose a month with thirty days —
Were months in short supply?
I wish that they’d selected
A longer month, like May.
I’m certain I’d appreciate
That extra poetry day.

Of course, if they’d picked February,
I would be aghast,
For February’s very short
And passes far too fast.
But April’s not as short as that,
So I don’t hesitate
To say I’m glad it’s Poetry Month.
Hooray! Let’s celebrate.

Or this one:

Bad-Hair Day


I looked in the mirror
with shock and with dread
to discover two antlers
had sprung from my head.The kids in my class
were complaining all day,


“We can’t see the board
with your horns in the way!”


The teacher was cross.
He asked,


“What’s your excuse?”


I said, “Well, I think have
used too much mousse.”

The End

My Doggy Ate My Homework


“My doggy ate my homework.
He chewed it up,” I said.
But when I offered my excuse
My teacher shook her head.I saw this wasn’t going well.
I didn’t want to fail.
Before she had a chance to talk,
I added to the tale:“Before he ate, he took my work
And tossed it in a pot.
He simmered it with succotash
Till it was piping hot.“He scrambled up my science notes
With eggs and bacon strips,
Along with sautéed spelling words
And baked potato chips.“He then took my arithmetic
And had it gently fried.
He broiled both my book reports
With pickles on the side.“He wore a doggy apron
As he cooked a notebook stew.
He barked when I objected.
There was nothing I could do.”


“Did he wear a doggy chef hat?”


My teacher gave a scowl.
“He did,” I said. “And taking it
Would only make him growl.”My teacher frowned, but then I said
As quickly as I could,
“He covered it with ketchup,
And he said it tasted good.”


“A talking dog who likes to cook?”


My teacher had a fit.
She sent me to the office,
And that is where I sit.I guess I made a big mistake
In telling her all that.
’Cause I don’t have a doggy.
It was eaten by my cat.
 The End
© 2004 by Dave Crawley. Adapted from the poem in If Kids Ruled the School, published by Meadowbrook Press. This classroom theater play version of “My Doggy Ate My Homework” is © 2005 by Meadowbrook Press.

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