After a crappy week at work, I was very excited to receive the first rat sonnet from one of my Shakespeare students. I was not surprised that it was from Lex as she has taken 2 other classes with me, and besides being a great student, she often helps me out with my tech "problems." Lex: (gently): "Don't you remember that you had to do that last time you played a DVD?" Me: "Ugh." Here is her lovely poem (and for those strict sonnet wingnuts out there, I told my students to focus more on rhyme scheme rather than iambic pentameter).
"The Hanging Possum"
One very dark scary night
My mom and I had one lovely fright
Outside the window hung an ugly possum
Daggling all lonesome
He stared back at me smiling with hundreds of teeth
My mom and I screamed behind belief
Didn’t know what to do
We plotted to woo
This ugly possum away
But instead he decided to stay
Then we contemplated a plan
To wake up my father the wise man
My father got up and left with a bat
Stepped outside and the possum ran like a naked mole rat
--Lex (2009---original)
I'm so proud of my students. I must log off now and weep a weep of gratitude for the student who rescued me from thinking all was lost....
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I have to say from my perspective,
ReplyDeleteReading this poem, as a detective,
Detecting interest in doing some more
Work for a grade than a student bore
This poem brings some welcome relief
From the terror, fear beyond belief
That only two of us would care
That Niccolo was no longer there.
Welcome to the rat-poet fold, Lex!
Nico, not Nicco!