Mr. Bone's Professional Communications Class: Monday, November 14, 2016

1. Read the poems below.
2. In a short written essay, tell us what the poet is saying.
3. Read your essay in class.
4. You will receive a daily grade for the essay and another for the presentation. Your essay will be graded on content, and your presentation will be graded on the usual things such as posture, eye contact, voice, and attitude.
5. The essay is due and presentations will be done tomorrow, Tuesday, November 15.
6. Turn the essay in to the "Poem Essay" folder in Google Classroom.

Jabberwocky by Charles Dodgson

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

WHEN DEATH COMES

GEORGE McLENNON

When Death comes on that day,

Our will will be broke.

Who are we to say

If we don or slip the yoke?

When Death comes for us all,

For all, all will be known.

We shall answer the call

And the light to us will be shown.

When Death whispers to us,

We say, “Say what you mean.”

Our sins are certainly thus,

And will ever be seen.

When Death slips away,

We know no relief.

There is another day,

There is another grief.

THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MALLARD

EUGENE McKINNEY

The turkeys through the blackberries wandered.

They would skip, hop, jump, and run;

And all the while they merely meandered,

All they thought of was having fun.

They played follow-the-leader with a chick,

Who was always crossing the road;

But were run over ‘cause they weren’t quick;

They carried a heavier load.

The ducks gathered ‘round

To see what happened to the turkeys in the street,

When a turkey-buzzard flew right down

And snatched a load of the dead meat.

“Quack, quack, that is wrong,” they said,

“To swoop down from the air,

And pick on the poor, recently dead,

Without a single care.”

All the feathered friends agreed

They were now angry birds,

And thinking of this most fowl deed

Made them say some naughty words.

They took a long-dead albatross;

Hung it ‘round his neck that day.

At first it made him very cross,

But he couldn’t get his way.

He barely cried, “Oh, sparrow, me!”

A frog was in his throat.

They said, “Such a pitiful plea.”

They knew they had gotten his goat.

The moral, I’m sure, you’ve heard forever,

At least a dozen times.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Not on turkeys do you dine.

TRUE

M. L. HAUG

Ned was young Dave’s nearest friend,

Even closer as they grew.

They swore until the very end

A friendship rare and true.

Then another entered their world,

With eyes of brightest blue.

A complicated, beautiful girl

With the simple name of Sue.

Dave loved the lass with golden hair

And she returned it, too.

They learned what it is to share

A love so fair and true.

But war crept into lives again ,

It was long overdue;

Joining together death and men;

Their acquaintance to renew.

Dave could only do his duty,

This path he must pursue.

Not even Sue with all her beauty

Stopped him from what he must do.

Ned pleaded with him not to go;

This was certainly a miscue.

Dave said his country needed him though,

And he would swear to be true.

When he left, his love was fair,

But his words for them were few.

He left his love in his friend’s care

And sadly left the two.

Dave marched away and bravely fought;

A soldier through and through.

He gave no quarter, he asked for naught,

From the enemy that he slew.

One day the Fates came for their wage,

The Devil for his due.

Blood forming at his pierced rib cage

That the sword had gone into.

When he woke upon the cot,

He heard of his rescue.

His fragile life was dearly bought

By comrades who withdrew.

He was weak, his eyes were dim;

The wound could open anew.

If someone he cared for would care for him,

He’d have a more positive view.

A letter was sent to his friend Ned,

Another went to Sue.

Soon they would be beside his bed

To help him make it through.

Growing more and more gravely ill,

A week went by, then two.

He held on by his faith and will

For the ones that were true blue.

When a letter came to his bedside,

The orderly read it through.

Dave sighed softly, then he died,

For finally, he knew.

The lass he loved with golden hair

And eyes of brightest blue,

And been left in the good care

Of a friend so rare and true,

Had gone away with his friend Ned,

And Ned had married Sue,
And Dave was now simply dead,

And that is all that is true.

1 comment:

Anna HowellJune 21, 2017 at 12:09 AM
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