My inner elementary-school poet

We are working on some new concepts at school through poetry. Here are two of the ones I wrote today. I tried to channel my inner ten-year-old.  My inner ten-year old has a better vernacular than my outer twenty-nine-year-old.

The first is about learning what synonyms are, how to use a thesaurus, and how to use advanced vocabulary. The second is about using metaphors and similes. The first is autobiographical, the second is not.

I’m Talking Old!

by Miss Chanelle

I’m talking old!

I’m talking ancient!

I’m talking antiquated, archaic, classic!

I’m talking antediluvian, outmoded, worn-out, antique.

I’m talking moth-eaten, broken-down, elderly, dilapidated, grey.

I’m talking obsolescent, prehistoric, grizzled, wrinkled, senile, geriatric.

I’m talking weathered, rusty, decayed, crumbling, deteriorating, creaky, “vintage.”

I’m talking old!

Sister for sale or for hire

by Chanelle Tye

My sister is an ogre,

My brother, he’s a dear

My sister, she is older

And really rather queer

My brother is fantastic

He’s like summer’s golden rays

My sis is like Vancouver rain

Which never goes away

My brother takes me skating

On days as cold as ice

My sister is a monster

She’s never, ever nice

He’s smart and full of thunder;

My brother is like Einstein

My sister makes me wonder

If she’s even mine.

Clearly, I am still lagging behind on the grown-up kind of writing that I am meant to be composing. But I had fun doing these this morning for the kiddos.