Bad Guy Poem Rhyme Scheme
“Yesterday was horrible as can be./ Yesterday I made a pond full of tears./ Yesterday the world had been crushed into pieces. /Yesterday I had made sure that it wouldn’t come again.” Those words were part of my poetry book from fourth grade. One poem was titled, “Bad Guy,” and I remember it was supposed to follow a rhyme scheme: AABBA. My illustration depicts a frightening one-armed man holding a child’s doll over a roaring campfire. The poem reads, “Jayvir is a really bad boy/ He broke all the children's toys/ He made them cry/ While they were fried/ And that was the end of their joy.” Now, as I sit looking at some of my word choice and pictures, I wonder, “Was I a miserable child?”
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Casually, we stopped in a stall that was offering didgeridoo-playing lessons. The immense man owned thousands of didgeridoos, some small with dull markings, others enormous with colorful streaking, and all created by the owner’s brother. The Australian man tipped back his hat and described to us the extensive, arduous labor necessary to create the masterpieces. The wind instrument is first harvested from a Eucalyptus tree branch or sapling where termites are placed inside so their ferocious munching hollows it out--just right-- not too thick and not too thin. The hollowing process takes a year for completion and to achieve the perfect wall thickness, the harvesting of the didgeridoo has to be timed flawlessly. After, the hollowed-out wood is cut to varying lengths. The shorter the didgeridoo is the higher pitched the sounds will be. The longer the instrument is, a deeper more resonant sound is produced. The Jabba-the-Hutt like owner then signaled for me to pick up a long brilliantly colored crooked instrument. He demonstrated how to place my mouth and how to breathe with circular breaths. I gripped onto the wooden tube, texture smooth and glossy, and glanced at the sides to see colorful symbols and perfect blotches of paint. In a matter of minutes, I
I stood intently watching the TV; the news reporter jubilated, …show more content…
Casually, we stopped in a stall that was offering didgeridoo-playing lessons. The immense man owned thousands of didgeridoos, some small with dull markings, others enormous with colorful streaking, and all created by the owner’s brother. The Australian man tipped back his hat and described to us the extensive, arduous labor necessary to create the masterpieces. The wind instrument is first harvested from a Eucalyptus tree branch or sapling where termites are placed inside so their ferocious munching hollows it out--just right-- not too thick and not too thin. The hollowing process takes a year for completion and to achieve the perfect wall thickness, the harvesting of the didgeridoo has to be timed flawlessly. After, the hollowed-out wood is cut to varying lengths. The shorter the didgeridoo is the higher pitched the sounds will be. The longer the instrument is, a deeper more resonant sound is produced. The Jabba-the-Hutt like owner then signaled for me to pick up a long brilliantly colored crooked instrument. He demonstrated how to place my mouth and how to breathe with circular breaths. I gripped onto the wooden tube, texture smooth and glossy, and glanced at the sides to see colorful symbols and perfect blotches of paint. In a matter of minutes, I