#98: They Didn't Know It, But They're Poets.

I once heard a poem has stayed with me forever:

Little pigeon, in the sky,
Dropping things, from way up high.
Angry farmer, wiping his eye,
Very glad, that cows don't fly.

So it's more of a limerick, but I love that it has the perfect essence of twisted optimism. It fits.

I used it as a example for my class to come up with their own.
I gave them just 5 minutes.

The first group, came up with:

Tony and Andy are gay,
They kiss everyday,
"I love you", Andy says,
They have a love holiday.

The second group:

My mother is air,
She is everywhere,
My mother is fire,
She is never tired.

The first poem was from the girls, the second came from the boys. These are 10-11yr old kids.

The lesson was about Shakespeare. =)