I’m going to have to tweak my Limerick lesson plan

I once taught a class called class H

I loved them all, every each

After twenty odd days,

They were all in a daze

But they were really a joy to teach

-Pip

Before you say anything, I can’t help it that nothing really rhymes with H.

So, we had another poetry Friday, which mostly spilled into a poetry Monday. Running out of time on a lesson for a Friday is a terrible thing.  The idea was to do the song “Down by the bay” as an introduction to silly rhyming, but right when I had gotten them to the point where they were actually rhyming things, Friday’s class was over. So, we had to readdress the subject today and basically jump right into limericks.

I feel certain there is a better way to get into limericks… as the actually sort of following the poem form rate from today was rather lower than the last two sets of poems.

But that being said, we have some really good limericks!

Allow me to share?

There was an old male teacher with glasses

who said: I must wear them in my classes

Some naughty boys

put them in a bucket of oils.

At last he finds them on the grasses.

-Walley

There is a fox in a house

Who is playing with a mouse

Ask: Can you touch my ears?

No, but you are my dear

I can kiss your mouth.

-Amy

There was a girl with blond hair.

She likes to travel everywhere

Japan. India. American

China. Thailand. England.

The things she likes best is to share.

-Celia Mo

There was an old man

who has got skillful hands

he made his daughter lots of toys,

which brought the girl joy

he’s not only a father, but a life-long friend.

-Doris

There is a facilitator named Pip

Who has a beautiful upper lip

She can sing a song.

It’s not very long.

I don’t want her to leave us by ship.

-Stacey

Pretty cute, right? Here are my favorite not-quite’s.

Here is a Walter

Who lives in a city farther

we wanted to drink water

but it didn’t occur

we couldn’t wait any longer

he just wonder

because he wasn’t sure

where to get water

-name redacted

There is a man name Mike

wherever he comes

whenver he dreams

As if he was always jokking!

-name redacted

The rest of the poems fall on a spectrum somewhere between the man named Mike, Hamburgers in a cave, and the old teacher with glasses.