2. Prelutsky Poetry
Here's an easy way to turn your ideas into a fun or silly
poem. Jack Prelutsky will be your guide! Here's one of his
creations to inspire you.
3. Jack's Inspiration
Louder Than a Clap of
Thunder Louder than an earthquake
rumbles,
Louder than a clap of thunder, louder than a title wave,
louder than an eagle screams, louder than an ogre grumbles
louder than a dragon blunders, as he stumbles through his cave,
or a dozen football teams, louder than stampeding cattle,
louder than a four alarmer, louder than a cannon roars,
or a russian waterfall, louder than a giant's rattle,
louder than a knight in armor that's how loud my father
jumping from a ten foot wall. SNORES!
4. Step One - Brainstorming
Word Warm-Ups:
Stretch your brain using these three simple steps.
1. Word Play - pick a word, any word, and think of all the
words that rhyme with that word.
2. Object Observations - pick an object, a pencil, a clock, a
brick wall, and write down everything you notice about it.
3. Synonym Silliness - think of an adjective such as happy,
soft, tall, or sleepy and write down all the words that have the
same meaning.
5. Step Two - Write Your Poem
If you want, you can use Jack's poem starter to get you
going.
When I woke up one morning,
A stork was on my head. I
asked, quot;what are you doing there?quot;
It looked at me and said...
Finish the poem on your own and see where it takes you!
Tip: Substitute another animal for the stork and you would
get a much different poem if you used a mouse instead of a
stork.
6. Step Three - Revising
Rewriting is the most important step. Nothing comes out
right the first time! Sometimes Jack has rewritten a poem
100 times!
If you're stuck, sleep on it. You may dream up a solution.
Don't rush! Poems can take as long as a week, a month,
or even a year to write.
You'll know your poem is done because it will feel right.
7. Time to Publish!
Share your work. Share your poem with a friend, a teacher,
a parent, or even a pet! Here's one more poem to get you
inspired.
Dora Diller
quot;My stomach's full of butterflies!quot;
lamented Dora Diller.
Her mother sighed. quot;That's no surprise,
you ate a caterpillar!quot;
