Popcorn Reading and Mrs. G

I wrote this poem in college in my first ELAR pedagogy class.  In true slacker form I asked if I could take the early literacy experience writing response and respond with a poems as opposed to the essay requested.  The teacher was thrilled with the idea of my creativity and "risk taking" with writing.  I was actually just exhausted from all the fun I was having and wanted a quicker product.  Never the less, here it is.  A very dyslexic's child's view of Popcorn Reading.  Enjoy!

Ode to Popcorn Reading

By: Mrs. G

 

Oh popcorn reading let me count the ways,

The dread of you filled my elementary school days.

Words on the pages melted bellow my finger tips,

And I could never get the words to roll off my lips.

I would bury my head in my books,

While avoiding my classmates searching looks.

Oh No! I am caught,

All my thoughts are racing through what I have been taught.

My hands are clammy and I begin to sweat,

It can't really be my turn just yet.

Okay, I can do it,

After all it is just English lit.

Five measly sentences is all I have to read.

It will go by much quicker if I pick up the speed.

I hold my breath and race through the page,

It's all because popcorn reading has put me in a rage.

My eyes bug out,

And my lips turn into a pout.

My heart pounds and I think of running to the door,

And just when I think I can't take it anymore.

I call on the smartest kid in the class,

Because I know if I popcorn them they won't kick my …

Oh popcorn reading I hate you.