Recently I noticed that a student had a book cover with pictures of bacon all over it. It reminded me of this poem that I had seen.
Roses are red
Bacon is too
Poetry is hard
Mmm Bacon
I put the poem on the door of my classroom, because I thought that it was funny. (Well, it is.) It elicited some interesting responses from both older and younger students. A common reply was, "I don't get it." A fourth grader said, " It doesn't make sense--it doesn't rhyme." A few actually just got the humor of it.
As I pondered their responses I realized that this was a rather absurdist poem (think Kafka's Metamorphosis), and that they were looking at it from young minds, seeking logic and order. I know, I know, logic and order from a bad poem celebrating the glories of bacon. . . . well, I actually find their musings fascinating.
As I pondered their responses I realized that this was a rather absurdist poem (think Kafka's Metamorphosis), and that they were looking at it from young minds, seeking logic and order. I know, I know, logic and order from a bad poem celebrating the glories of bacon. . . . well, I actually find their musings fascinating.
Anyway, it is funny. And poetry is kind of hard. And bacon is good.
-Jeff
-Jeff