Today’s prompt asks you to get a bit silly and pen a parody. I’ve found these are actually a good way of internalizing lessons about rhyme and meter — they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and a good parody closely imitates the tone and rhythm of the poem that it mocks. And what poem should you parody? Well, the didactic, moralizing verses of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries are a rich mine of sing-songy, overly precise meters and bloatedly sentimental themes. Joyce Kilmer’s Trees has probably been parodied hundreds of times, but it kind of deserves it. My father used to gleefully render the opening lines of John Greenleaf Whittier’s The Barefoot Boy, as “Barefoot boy, with cheeks of tan/run over by a moving van.” If you’re looking for something short, Edna St. Vincent Millay’s First Fig isn’t a bad little poem in its own right, but its rhythm and rather precious “ah” and “oh” makes it a worthy candidate for a parody. Some other possibilities: Abou Ben Adhem, Bingen on the Rhine, and Over the Hill to the Poor House.
Really, any poem will do, if the poem’s tone and form are sufficiently recognizable. If there’s a poet or poem that you’ve always particularly disliked (or found ridiculous even though no one else seemed to), have at it! And remember, a parody doesn’t have to be mean to be good — sometimes a gentle ribbing is sufficient

Want
By: Mina A.

I never really get what I want
Even if I ask nicely
Please I say with a cherry on top
Why oh why can't I have what I want
It normally isn't that much to ask
oh well i'll ask again later
but who knows if i'll get it

Alike
By Ellie C

We were born at different ends
And trust me there will be hard nights
But ah, here we go, and oh, how it ends
We don’t have more than one life


Mr. Cheese Head
By: Sara C

I hate my head
It’s green, and I have to stay in a meat locker all day
After three weeks I have to get a head transplant
It’s not fun at all!
I hate my head!




Nikhil P (Not from the poem prompt. It’s a rant.)
Give me pie

I can’t help it.
I know, I eat too much pie.
It’s just so hard!
Why can’t pie be good for you, and something like liver and onions be bad for you.
I mean, people actually like pie!
I’m not sure what people are thinking!
MAKE MORE PIE!!!!!
GIVE ME PIE!!!!!!
NO ONE WILL STOP ME FROM GETTING PIE!!!
IN, FACT, I’LL ROB ALL OF THE STORES!
I’LL STEAL ALL THE PIE FROM EVERYONE’S HOUSE!
I’LL EVEN KILL FOR PIE!
Honey, I’m home.
How was your day?
NOTHING’S WRONG WITH ME! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOOOOUUUUU?
I JUST WANT PIE!!!!
Honey, do we need to take a trip to the mental hospital again?



The Battleship Bathtub
By: Mallory F

Evast belay yo ho heeve to
a pirating we go
and if were parted a shark
we're sure to meet below
Ships ready
cannons are full
matches working
make sure none are dull
ready aim fire
BOOM!!
did we get them
BOOM!!
no but they got us.



Sarah Kr
Final Exam (Not the Prompt)

Study, study, study!
“Sarah!! Come study!”
“Sarah! Do you want an A or not?”
Always studying-
But not just new materiel,
The entire years’ worth!
Yes, because after taking the test once-
I need to take it again.
Oh, the love of learning!


Dates and Wheather
By, Sarah Ki

I need warm weather
The weather it's so cold out
Why can't it be summer
Summer!!!
I just want summer
Why oh why can't it be summer
Wait!!
What's today?
It's Monday
No I mean like the number date!!!!!!!???????
Oh that date it's 6-20-16
What when did it get to be 2016!!!!!


Aaron B
The night so lonely.


As lonely as it can be.


The light is small.


We cannot let it go.

Try not to give in.


Art
By: Olivia O

My pen touches the paper,
I sketch, I doodle, I draw.
I sketch, color, and paint.
I feel so good.
This way I can express myself,
Through art,
It is so great.
But poetry is good too.



school by-Michael T

school is so hard
its like being in jail but less harsh
but still its so hard mostly because
of the homework, the quiz, and the test!
I DON'T THINK I CAN TAKE THIS MUCH LONGER!
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the end



A Parody to School


By:Elise Katherine


There they are the Preschoolers
all sitting at their little desks.
They look so cute in their
UNIFORMS


Here come the First graders
all in a perfect row. Straight
down the walk into the
Gleaming Snow.


The Second, Third, Forth, and
Fifth grade all are the same
naughty, rambunctious, and
all other kinds of nonsense.

Then there is the Sixth grade.
This bunch take a lot after me.
You see I am the Sixth grade
Language Arts. With the help
of my 14 coworkers we teach
one student and let me tell you
she is a handful.


(love you Mrs. Filas)

<note from Ms. Filas-- I adore all of you! I feel bad that you have to put up with ME!>


Spinach
By: Lauren C

I can't help it
I know, I abuse spinach
It's just so ugly!
Why can't everyone hate it too! Its just as ugly as Likhin...
I mean, people actually like it!
I’m not sure what people are thinking!
KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!!!
Kill ALL the spinach!
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No one will stop me from killing it!!
In, fact, I'll roam the world to kill it!
I'll steal all the spinach from everyone's house to kill it ALL!
I'll even rip it out of people's mouth, throat, and stomach!
UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I HATE IT SOOOO MUCH!!!!!
NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!
I JUST WANT TO KILL A PLANT!!!!!!!!!!
(Smack chomp chomp) Heyyyy, this is pretty good?!
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Parody to School
By: Emma G.

Beep beep beep…
Uggggggg!!!!!!! I don’t want to get up to go to… School.
The thought of it makes me shiver.
As I sit in class I think.
I think of how it would be if there was no such thing
As if all the time it was summer.
Summer…
How great it would be.
Summer…..
I want SUMMER!!!!!! I hate SCHOOL!!!!!!
School is prison.
And I have been sentenced to my life.
Teachers are guards and we students are prisoners.
Summer…..
Summer… you get out but then put back in.
Its work release, you get in but then they pull you back in… (you go to jail again!)
Jail… school, Guards….. teachers.
The same thing!
School is a way for parents to get rid of their children.
Jail.... so that police officers have something to do... arrest people!


P.S.: About this poem.... no offense teachers, its just a poem... hopfully!