5 Ch5-My Secret Poetry Writing System

Chapter 5 My Secret Poetry Writing System I knew you'd keep reading. When I got home, I looked through my closet for the big box of spelling flash cards my grandma gave me for my birthday. You know what flash cards are, right? Each card has one word on it. You're

supposed to use the cards to help you remember how to spell. I used them to build a tower instead. It was cool. Then I put them in the back of my closet. I opened the box and took out a stack of cards. I figured if poems don't have to rhyme, then it's easy to write one. And if poems don't even have to make sense, you can just take any words and put them in any order and call it a poem. So I took the stack of flash cards and threw it up in the air. The cards flew all over the place and fluttered to the floor. I scooped up a bunch of them and wrote the words down in order:

Underground idea still afraid, Bright holiday promise, Grandfather curious, Pretty puddle discovered seem asleep, Think lucky picnic, Pretend deep secret. Hey! Not bad! It sounded like a real poem. I called it Deep Secret. That was easy! I had made the most important discovery in the history of the world any dumbhead can write poetry. What a scam. I finished my poem of the day in a few minutes. That left more time to do the important things in life like playing video games, watching TV,

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and sitting around doing nothing. Teachers always love it when you do extra homework. So I scooped up a bunch of flash cards and wrote another poem: Someone only fired Should soft become hammer, Imagination! Because awkward autumn Sudden neighbor remain, Fishhook! Glow shadow oatmeal Tomorrow window people. I called that poem Tomorrow's Window People.

Wow! Writing poetry is a piece of cake! I should get the No Bell Prize. But I decided not to tell anybody about my genius discovery. It would be my secret. Shhhhhhh!