by: Lisa Bridgen LIB 732

Rhymes are poems or verses that have words with identical or similar sounds. One of the first exposures that children have to literature is through rhyme. “The pleasures of stories begins with Mother Goose or nursery rhymes” (pg. 240 Children’s Literature)

Poetry is a rhythmical expression of feeling through written or spoken word. Children use forms of verse and poetry to help themselves free their imagination. “There are no good poems…suitable only for children.” – W.H. Auden

Nursery Rhymes are the simplest of stories that are told to children at a young age and can be some of their first experiences with rhyme and verse. Three Blind Mice By: Mother Goose Three blind mice, three blind mice, See how they run, See how they run, They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife, Did you ever see such a sight in your life, As three blind mice? Three Blind Mice By: Mother Goose Three blind mice, three blind mice, See how they run, See how they run, They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife, Did you ever see such a sight in your life, As three blind mice?

Limericks are silly or nonsensical poems. FLAPJACK JACK Flapjack Jack flipped flat flapjacks at Phil, Jack flung flapjacks at Joe, Flo and Jill, Phil flipped flapjacks at Flo, Flo flew five back at Joe, And said, "A flipped flapjack food fight takes skill! FLAPJACK JACK Flapjack Jack flipped flat flapjacks at Phil, Jack flung flapjacks at Joe, Flo and Jill, Phil flipped flapjacks at Flo, Flo flew five back at Joe, And said, "A flipped flapjack food fight takes skill!

Narrative poetry tells a story about something. We looked! Then we saw him step in on the mat! We looked! And we saw him! The Cat in the Hat!" “I know it is wet And the sun is not sunny. But we can have Lots of good fun that is funny!” We looked! Then we saw him step in on the mat! We looked! And we saw him! The Cat in the Hat!" “I know it is wet And the sun is not sunny. But we can have Lots of good fun that is funny!” “Look at me! Look at me! Look at me NOW! It is fun to have fun But you have to know how.” “'Have no fear, little fish,' Said the Cat in the Hat. 'These Things are good Things.' And he gave them a pat." “Look at me! Look at me! Look at me NOW! It is fun to have fun But you have to know how.” “'Have no fear, little fish,' Said the Cat in the Hat. 'These Things are good Things.' And he gave them a pat." "Then our mother came in And she said to us two, 'Did you have any fun? Tell me. What did you do?" And Sally and I did not know what to say. Should we tell her The things that went on there that day?" "Well...what would YOU do If your mother asked you?" "Then our mother came in And she said to us two, 'Did you have any fun? Tell me. What did you do?" And Sally and I did not know what to say. Should we tell her The things that went on there that day?" "Well...what would YOU do If your mother asked you?"

Rhythm is the reoccurring flow of the beats within a verse. HUG-O-WAR I will not play at tug o' war I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses And everyone grins And everyone cuddles And everyone wins. -Shel Silverstein HUG-O-WAR I will not play at tug o' war I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses And everyone grins And everyone cuddles And everyone wins. -Shel Silverstein

Imagery is the words that appeal to the senses. Howler Monkey If camping in the Amazon You’ll surely rise at the crack of dawn. Though little sunlight filters through You’ll wake when howler monkeys do- The loudest animal on land, With voice so piercing few can stand Their eerie calls at break of day (heard loud and clear three miles away) The tree trunks tremble, branches quake Make no mistake, You’ll be AWAKE Howler Monkey If camping in the Amazon You’ll surely rise at the crack of dawn. Though little sunlight filters through You’ll wake when howler monkeys do- The loudest animal on land, With voice so piercing few can stand Their eerie calls at break of day (heard loud and clear three miles away) The tree trunks tremble, branches quake Make no mistake, You’ll be AWAKE

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