If you miss this class, do the blog post at home, invent a "grammar limerick" on your own, and post it to this blog as a comment no later than Friday, Nov. 7th, at class time.
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Today, we'll do a group-work CREATIVE WRITING task that deals with rhythm and rhyme of language.
I have emailed you all the works of art of my ENGL 300 courses from Fall 2007 and Spring 2008. Open this email attachment.
At first, we are going to evaluate these limericks.
TASK 1:
Go to the following website, and get informed about the correct rhythm and rhyme scheme of a limerick.
Then, highlight the limericks that were done right in green, and those that don't quite work in red. Substitute words/sentences that WOULD work for the limericks that did not get the rhythm right (in class discussion).
TASK 2:
Let's see if we can exceed them!
Get together in groups of three or four people (maximum), and create your own limerick. Observe the following rules:
1) The rhythm MUST be correct. Read it out loud to get the hang of it.
2) The long lines must rhyme.
3) The short lines must rhyme.
4) There must be a pun in it.
5) It MUST deal with either grammar/language acquisition/syntax/punctuation/teaching!!!!!!!!!!!
It can contain "language," too. After all, limericks allegedly originate from pubs in Ireland...
When you're done, publish your limerick as a comment to this blog entry, and indicate all the names of your group members!
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7 comments:
Julie, Stephanie, Randi, and Katrina
There once was a man from New Haven
‘Bout grammar he always was ravin’
He corrected their speech
‘Til it caused a huge breach
Now blood all his students are cravin’
There once was a grammar professor
Whose judgment was seen as much lesser.
She slept with a student
That's not very prudent,
And now she must see the confessor.
Brittany Lingle, Brian Pullyblank, Michaela Bazar
There once was a teacher of math
Who didn't know how to take a bath.
He stunk so bad
He made all the kids mad
So he moved to the village of Spath.
Jamie, Colin, Amber
There once was a big grammar book
The teacher to class always took.
Some kids they would moan
And the others would groan
So, depressed, she sobbed in a nook.
There one was a teacher named Joe
Who did teach his kids rock and roll
They learned about rhyme
And how to keep time
And to the devil they sold their soul
David Tabler
Charlotte Jackanicz
PJ Labelle
There once was a guy from the Dale
Who thought that grammar was stale
He was sleeping in class
Sitting on his big ass
The teacher said, "learn it or fail!"
Tiara, Ronesha, Abby, Charah
There once was an awkwardly sentence
Whose construct was utterly senceless.
Punctuation a mess
And the voice in distress,
Perhaps it's my poor class attendence!
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