not my poem

not my poem

A Poem by Cherrie Palmer

In the third grade I fell in love with poetry. Our teacher made us write at least one poem. We got extra credit for a collection. I can tell you I do not remember my collection, but I do remember Randy C*****'s. Mostly because he turned it in for 3rd grade English, the 4th, 5th and finally in our senior year journal collection.
Please enjoy.




There once was a snake 
named Jake.
The snake stepped 
on a rake,
and
that 
was the end
of Jake
the
snake.

© 2019 Cherrie Palmer


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Cherrie Palmer
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I DID enjoy that, Cherrie,

Your story is as memorable as his poem.
In fact, it brings to mind one of my own from the third grade:

"Ooey Gooey"

Ooey Gooey was a worm,
a might worm was he.
He crawled into my cookie jar,
and now he's part of Me!

A lot of my buddies used it to gross-out the girls … wink*
There are more, but most of the girls thought one was "more" than enough … ha-hahhh!
Thanks for the fond memory and rascally smile.
Bless you with happy wellness and joy, Cherrie ⁓ Richard 🍃

Posted 4 Years Ago


Cherrie Palmer

4 Years Ago

I wonder how many have the love of poetry from that third grade introduction?
I love that yo.. read more
Richard🖌

4 Years Ago

LOL, Cherrie!
I doubt that poem inspired very many future poets, but it was the next year (on.. read more
My little girl makes up songs all the time and sometimes she invents her own words to songs she already knows. Tomorrow is her birthday and she's been singing a song from Frozen with these altered words; "Let it go, let it go, that birthday girl inside!" (laughing) I about spit out my coffee when she walked in singing that this morning. The poem is sweet. It's a child's effort but seemingly without a great expenditure of creativity, since he turned in the same poem, year after year. I play guitar so I have sometimes let my kids invent a line to a tune and I'll make up the next line and so on...it's fun and some of the finished songs have been hilarious. But this isn't the first time I've heard of "Jake the Snake". It seems to be a running theme among quite a few lesser known rhyming poets and there are at least a dozen variations.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Cherrie Palmer

4 Years Ago

Kids are great, when they turn their imagination lose you never know what'll you'll get.
It is good for kids.I enjoy reading it.I will use it in my English class

Posted 4 Years Ago


Cherrie Palmer

4 Years Ago

JLV, I hope your class gets a kick out of this little poem.
I went to an all girls school and was ever so fortunate that poetry was actually on the agenda; not at the very top, but seen as important enough to feature in a weekly poetry class.

It is something sadly lacking in our education system today; such a shame, the oldest and most traditional art consigned to the back burner.

Great little poem that obviously served Randy well over the years. :))

Beccy.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Cherrie Palmer

5 Years Ago

I am curious to know if after all this time if he remembers it, because the simple humor of a child .. read more
Beccy

5 Years Ago

He probably does. I still have the first poem I ever wrote. It's in a school English notebook, that .. read more
a very decent effort
My grandson is being forced to write some poetry for English this year
He hates it so it will be interesting what he turns out

Posted 5 Years Ago


Cherrie Palmer

5 Years Ago

You may have to share his end result.
Cherrie Palmer

5 Years Ago

When I think back to school, grade school is what I remember about so many of the kids I went to sch.. read more
Dave Brown

5 Years Ago

Yes. it is a beauty
Excellent . . . I see though it was a more surrealistic piece seeing most snakes do not 'step' on things.
With a bit of fine tuning this poem (it makes too much sense) could win a big prize . . . even in the postmodern poetry world. I bet you could even win over John Ashberry fans.
T

Posted 5 Years Ago


Love to laugh late at night.. usually means sweet dreams, Cherrie. Love this poem, is charming fun and also, obviously very special to you! Memories are precious, yes?! Your few lines tell a story that could and would be enjoyed by littlies and don't doubt adults would find a metaphor or two!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Cherrie Palmer

5 Years Ago

As a kid I never thought of the poem as clever.
But now I see it that it is.
Every .. read more
emmajoy

5 Years Ago

And why not.. and it still floats a few boats, more than likely!
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DAH
Cute and approachable.

Poor Jake and the snake, they got the wrong end of the deal,
and they paid dearly for it.

DAH

Posted 5 Years Ago


LOL poor Jake he fell by way of a Buster Keaten sketch:) sometimes the simplest expressions are the greatest writes

Posted 5 Years Ago


Cherrie Palmer

5 Years Ago

I love Buster Keaton
and it is even shaped like the head of a rake...
like William Carlos Williams' "red wheelbarrow" is shaped by stanza to look like a wheelbarrow.

cool...especially for third grade.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Cherrie Palmer

5 Years Ago

Once he turned it in agin in the 4th grade it became a running joke our class loved.
I thi.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

4 Years Ago

the way I feel about how I write...the whole conduit thing...I could probably everything I do as "no.. read more
Cherrie Palmer

4 Years Ago

I think the the key to reading work we did as a youth is to treat itlike we are reading someone else.. read more

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Cherrie Palmer
Cherrie Palmer

Springfield , MO



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I am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..

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