Brug Thugs Fear Pugs

Here’s another poem I wrote for my ESL students. We did an activity called “Seuss Sleuths,” in which we read excerpts from a Dr. Seuss book (One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish) and I challenged them to figure out the meter, rhyme scheme, themes, and other patterns employed in the book. Each of the students will now compose and recite an original Seussian poem; I wrote this one for the class as an example. I added some EXTREMELY GOOD MS Paint illustrations because, hey, it isn’t Seuss without pictures.

The Hug Bug

I like to hug
a kind of bug
The bug I hug
is called a Yug.

Yug bug

The Yug bug lives
inside a mug.
I keep the mug
under my rug.

I got a Brug
To watch my Yug.
I told the Brug
to watch the mug.
I asked the Brug
to watch the rug.

big Grug

The big Brug sat
next to my rug.
The bad Brug sat
upon my plug!
The plug came loose
with a big Tug! Tug!

The lights went out.
The room went dark.
My neighbor’s pug
began to bark.

loud pug

The Brug got scared.
He pulled the rug.
He tried to hide
inside the mug!

The mug got broke.
The Yug got free.
A Brug is much too big, you see.

The Yug bug crawled
out through a crack.
I fear he’s never coming back.

And now I have
no-one to hug
except a very frightened Brug.

Brug hug

A big Brug hug
is very snug,
but not as nice
as a Yug bug hug!

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I Hope to See the Forest

I wrote this 279-word poem for my summer ESL class on phonics and accent reduction. It includes about a dozen pairs of vocab words highlighting syllable count and long vs. short vowel sounds. The words came from the first two units of  Judy Gilbert’s Clear Speech, 4th Edition. Enjoy, and feel free to share and reuse with attribution.

I Hope to See the Forest

I hope to see the forest—
The land of oak and pine.
I hope to see the forest;
I’ll be the first in line.

I’ve waited to be entertained.
They’ve saved a seat for me on the train.
I’ll hop right on; it’s all arranged.
I hope the forest isn’t lame!

I got to pet a goat last fall,
Fed cheese to dancing mice.
I also got to pat a lamb,
Which caused me to feel nice!

I didn’t pet the bear cub.
(I’ve heard they can be mean!
They bite the most terrific bite
That you have ever seen!

My boss was bit by a baby bear;
It cracked his teeth and tangled his hair
And folded his fingers and then made him swear;
I think that’s correct, but then, I wasn’t there.)

My outfit is folded; my plane has landed;
I wouldn’t miss this for the world!
I can’t wait to see the seeds that were planted
By the men and the women, the boys and the girls.

I’ll measure it all with my measuring tape,
Put some some acorns in a pan and bake up an acorn cake,
Then I’ll tap with a pen or a pin on a rake
And I’ll rake all the leaves that have covered the lake!

I can add up the numbers from one to eleven;
I can draw you a sphere or a cube;
I can aid you in solving a crossword puzzle;
I’m always helpful and never rude.

Please take me to see the forest soon!

I hope to see the forest—
What’s that? The forest’s closed?
I guess it’s back into the closet
With all my forest clothes.

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