Seuss

=Dr. Seuss= This is true when you read any author who has a strong style. You tend to pick up the sounds of that author's language and can therefore create your own stories or poems that reflect the hearing of that style. The way musicians learn to compose and painters learn to paint is through imitation--musicians compose "in the style of" and painters copy paintings. This is also a good way to learn writing. Read a bunch of a particular writer (if you are older, try Hemingway--he has a very distinctive style) and then try writing.

For Dr. Seuss:
Activate Dr. Seuss schemas through a discussion of favorite Dr. Seuss books. You can share actual books if you like and read a couple of them to get the sound of his language in people's ears. One thing that is common to many Dr. Seuss books is that he takes an ordinary event and turns it into something extraordinary (And to Think that I Saw It on Mulberry Street, Green Eggs and Ham, The Cat in the Hat). So, you can make a list of ordinary things that we all do such as washing dishes and cleaning our rooms. It is a good idea to have students come up with between 20 and 30 of this type of thing. Now, take the ordinary thing and Seussify it! It is a good idea to give students a choice of formats--they could create a book, or just write something out on notebook paper, or maybe make a power point. The neat thing is that when you Seussify your language, you get the kinds of poetic devices you were told should be in poems, but you get them without having to think about them, which is a more organic way to write--it is more natural. If you look at the poems below, you will find:

Iambic meter
From "Wash Your Hands" They're on your arms and in your hair (iambic tetrameter--four iambs in a line) From "Average Joe's Average Day" And there I met a talking dog (iambic tetrameter) From "Mug Smuggler" This was no time for play This was no time for fun (iambic trimeter--three iambs per line)

Trochaic Meter
From "Bear's Bath" Mama bear will rub her cub in the tub of Mr. Nub. (trochaic tetrameter)

Dactylic Meter
From "Average Joe..." Got on the bus and we started to fly (dactylic tetrameter--four stresses, although the last one doesn't have the two unstressed syllables) From "MugSmuggler" Clothes in these piles they'll learn from their fumbles (dactylic tetrameter, especially if the contraction becomes "they will")

Anapest Meter
From "MugSmuggler" To the stretchers and ironers (Anapestic dimeter--two stresses) What about the rest? I chose examples where the meter was steady to demonstrate that these things were present in your work, but good poets don't keep the same meter going all through their poems because that would result in a very sing-songy poem. If you want to play with meter, after you write the poem, read it out loud and decide which meter is predominant. You don't have to know the name of it--all you have to do is identify where there are too many or two few syllables to keep the meter mostly going. Then you can decide to craft the poem for meter by adding or eliminating words or syllables. In addition to meter, of course, we had other poetic devices in these Seuss poems: Internal Rhyme From "Average Joe" the dog was blue standing with 1 shoe he looked at me kindly and asked "howdy do?" I said 1 I said 2 next thing I knew blue took a poo (within the lines there are rhymes as well as at the end of the lines) Onomatopoeia From "Bear's Bath" Splish, Splash, Sploosh, Splauch. Something is in the bath, oh gosh! Assonance From "Bear's Bath" Where is bear? On a chair. Where is hare? Over there. Alliteration From "MugSmuggler" Sorting not by color, but by stank Stinky, Stinkier, stinkiest! The smellouraous he's gifted with super-sonic scent Again, poets who choose to craft their poems might recognize the existence of these devices in the first or second draft of the poem and then enhance the effect by adding more words that create these sounds.

Wash Your Hands

by: Lora, Rachel, Cathleen, Kate

Germs, germs are everywhere. They're on your arms and in your hair. They're on your hands, they're on your back, they're even on the coat hanger rack.

Although you can't see them, it's important you know those dirty germs follow you everywhere you go. It's possible to go on and on about the germs in all the lands, but the bottom line is, make sure to wash your hands.

Be sure to wash them before dinner or lunch. Make sure you wash them a bunch! When you go out to play, the germs will hide, so make sure you wash when you come inside.

It's impossible to avoid all the germs in the lands, but the bottom line is, make sure to wash your hands!


 * Average Joe's average day**

by: Joel, Aaron, Ryan, Joe

I woke up in the morning to get ready for school turns out today I'd be the fool I tried to wash my hair turned on the water and got hit with a chair I sat down to eat some toast instead my mom gave me pot roast I walked out the door into the fog and there I met a talking dog the dog was blue standing with 1 shoe he looked at me kindly and asked "howdy do?" I said 1 I said 2 next thing I knew blue took a poo got on the bus and we started to fly up up up into the sky I arrived at school not a moment too late walked up to Becky and asked for a date she said "that would be great!" friday night came she hopped on my bike little did she know we were in for a hike we went to the rockies to some hocky we hitched a ride to the moon where we played with a big baboon we clicked our fingers to summon the gnome he led us down the rainbow back home


 * The MugSnuggler X35000**

This was no time for play. This was no time for fun. This was no time for games. There was work to be done.

You may think of laundry as a boring chore like mending a roof or scrubbing the floor

But Not at the Smoothle house No, not there! In this house the sorters, the wooshers blowers and ironers collide in the Mugsnuggler x35000

Come rocketship, or spare button- or a spare scrap of fluff You'll be able to travel and see all this strange stuff

You'll see them for sure. You;ll notice them there. Peering through your glass windows, they're working with care

Sorting not by color, but by stank Stinky, Stinkier, stinkiest! The smellouraous he's gifted with super-sonic scent

Clothes in these piles- they'll learn from their fumbles- Stinky are tossed and tumbled, stinker must brace themselves-they'll be jumbled and rumbled But not the last group-they have to think fast- to escape the torture of bombardment and blast

Wooshers and Rinseminglers they ride clothes like whitewater rafts to thoroughly rinse the leftovers from crafts

To the land of tornadoes the clothes then go with wind-gushers who take deep breaths then let them go!

To the stretchers and ironers the clothes must then go to be flattened, starched, and scented read to go!

Now laundry's done the clothes are scented, washed, and mended x35000 - our adventure has ended.

By Margaret and Anne with apologies to Dr. Seuss.
 * Bear's Bath**

Bear... .... Bare Hair... .... Hare

Bare, bear, on a chair Hair, hare, over there.

Where is bear? On a chair. Where is hare? Over there.

Does the bear have hair? No, he is bare. Does the hare have hair? Why do you care? Hey now, there, there.

Bear and hare have dirt everywhere. Everywhere? Yes. Here and there.

Hare says to bear, "Beware!" Take a bath if you dare.

Splish, Splash, Sploosh, Splauch. Something is in the bath, oh gosh!

It's a whale with his big tale and a bright blue pail with his friend snail.

Where is snail? He's in the pail. Where is whale? Out for a sail!

Now who's in the tub? Is it a cub? Is it a sub? Is it a wub? Is is a crub?

A wub you say? A crub? No way!

There's no such ub in the tub today.

Wait! Where is bear? Where is hare? Hare and bear are over there.

There's a cub in the tub. The bare cub belonging to mama bear

Mama bear will rub her cub in the tub of Mr. Nub. 

By: Stephanie Meyer, Kelsey Moorman, and Allison Potter **
 * I Woke Up One Morning And.....

I woke up one morning on the wrong side of the bed, First thing that I did was bump my head.

All tangled in sheets from dreams night before; My pillows were strewn all over the floor!

My sheets gobbled my socks and My brother unplugged my alarm clock.

I looked on my night table and what did I see? A note from the monster under my bed, addressed to me!

The monster had taken my dear teddy bear. He took him without asking and didn't even care!

I'm having a fit, The Bed bugs still bit.

But schools in an hour, Better get in the shower.

"Mom! Five more minutes that's what I said." Then maybe I'll wake up on the right side of the bed!