Poetry

Summer's Freshman Honors Literature homework last night was to write a poem about herself. It had to be at least 20 lines. She was stuck not knowing how to start, but my muse was in full force, so I offered to help.

This was my first effort.

I suggested she alter this to her taste and write four more limericks, which would give her her twenty lines.


There once was a in high school,
And she wanted to think she was cool,
So she braided her hair,
And wore, not one, but a pair,
Of brown, fuzzy, loafer-like shoes.


She said, "Mo-o-o-other, that would be embarrassing!"


So,I tried again.


Here was my second effort.


My name is Summer.
I don't drive a Hummer.

I wish my mom would,
To carry her brood.

Yep, there's a lot.
From teen to tot.

I'm the teen,
Cause I'm fourteen.

I have one brother
And he's a bother.

At two and a half
He gets in my stuff.

Sakes alive
Of sisters, I've five.

They're fun and cute.
The baby's a hoot.

I play the cello.
I feel so mellow.

When I read a good book.
Now there's a quick look,

At me, I'm Summer.
I don't drive a Hummer.


For some reason, which is unfathomable to me, she declined my help and wrote her own poem, which she says I am NOT allowed to put on the blog. She knows me too well :)