That Chicken Was a Beast - Poem

Poem

01/11/16

That chicken was a beast,

My mom turned him into a feast.

All I did was play game,

Wining was my aim,

Cheating was shame,

I tried not to blame,

Or flame.

Poem

01/11/16

That chicken was a beast,

My mom turned him into a feast.

All I did was play game,

Wining was my aim,

Cheating was shame,

I tried not to blame,

Or flame.

Poem

01/11/16

That chicken was a beast,TODAY YOU WILL CONTINUE YOUR EXPLORATION OF POETRY

1. Create a folder on your H-drive entitled Poetry and Journal (or a google drive folder) and begin by writing a poem (original) or journal entry about something personal to you - "write what you know." Save your work.

2. In pairs, you will work to analyze the poem that you and your partner chose (even if your partner is absent, YOU must work on your analysis). ATTACHED are guides for analyzing poetry. Use them (a table format works best) to drive your DETAILED analysis of the poem you and your...

My mom turned him into a feast.

All I did was play game,

Wining was my aim,

Cheating was shame,

I tried not to blame,

Or flame.Poem

01/11/16

That chicken was a beast,

My mom turned him into a feast.

All I did was play game,

Wining was my aim,

Cheating was shame,