|Here is the poem from Session #!, inspired by
a silver-colored saxaphone from the "magic suitcase."
THE POOR OLD SAXOPHONE or
THE SAXOPHONE BLUES or THE PLASTIC SAX
I had a shiny saxophone that doesn't work anymore
maybe 'cause I stomped on it five times or more.
I'm sorry for my saxaphone; I ruined its shiny coat
all because I played just one wrong note.
It got hit by a car and stomped on by feet
and now it just can't get the beat.
I fixed it with toothpaste and thought I could eat it.
I won't get another because I mistreat it.
Here is the Session #2 poem, inspired by a plush,
orange M&M doll with an angry face,
from the "magic suitcase."
M&M and M&M
He has orange tennis shoes
and he sings from the blues.
He's squishy, and ushy and a little bit mushy.
He looks reall mad and a little bit pushy.
He has dark black eyes
and makes others cry.
He likes to play the electric guitar.
He's hip and hop and he hangs in your car.
Here is a poem from Ali, I a 4th grade Lakewood student.
I ONCE WAS IN THE JUNGLE
I once was in the jungle hanging on a vine.
I then saw a monkey that was just starting to dine.
First he ate a banana then he ate a grape.
Then I looked to my left --- oh my, it was an ape !
Here is a poem submitted by Matt,
a Fifth Grader of Mr. Schwaninger's class.
MY STORY OF THE SAXOPHONE
Silver shiny saxophone
now tastes as good as an ice cream cone.
I'll tell you the story as long as you listen.
Then I'll get you and your sisin
to the Monster truck rally. I'll get you in free.
Now why don't you start listenin' to me.
"Hello, hello, I'm over here.
Maybe you should kick your ears into gear."