No words fill me to the brim I'm . dr . ow . ni . ng . nothing to say, or do, or see me unable to write in this world, so devoid of imagine, voice, action!

Teaching Kids Poetry

My prep’s in step lesson joint on point kids in let’s spin. I’m fly, know why! But wait a spate no glee I see. Boriiiiiiiiiiing and there goes snoring, not great in fact, rather unfortunate. Time, please be done. So, I can run. And yet, surprise small smiles arise when ding-dong goes onomatopoeia’s sing song then melodious metaphor gets rigorous rhyme up on the floor alongside hyperbole who brings in utter simile while personification takes hold of alliteration who’s riffing right on the rhythm beat & the whole room’s in there, up on their feet & the fun, Oh Yes, the fun really, really has now begun. So, here’s to all’s just A-OK I pray I pray I pray I pray ‘till phew I’m threw it’s our last

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