ACTIVITY: MARK THE FIGURES OF SPEECH YOU FIND IN THE FOUR POEMS BELOWMy refrigerators as humongous as a hippo

Its been filled for four billion years,

The cheese is as green as grass in all the world

It smells as bad as fish thats been dead for twenty-three years,

The crackers are as soggy as if theyd been dipped in the ocean,

The ice cream melted last summer and turned into water with blue-green algae,

Only the toads wanted the old tofu, so we called it toad-food.

-Roy Moger-Reischer

SICKI cannot go to school today,

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

Im going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

Ive counted sixteen chicken pox

And theres one more thats seventeen.

And dont you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut, my eyes are blue-

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

Im sure that my left leg is broke

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly buttons caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankles sprained,

My pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb,

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbows bent, my spine aint straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is what?

Whats that? Whats that you say?

You say today is Saturday?

Gbye, Im going out to play! -Shel SilversteinGive me the Splendid, Silent Sun (Excerpt)

Give me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;

Give me a field where the unmowd grass grows;

Give me an arbor, give me the trellisd grape;

Give me fresh corn and wheat give me serene-moving animals, teaching content;

Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can walk undisturbd

-Walt WhitmanKey vocabulary

Trellisd: a fence for holding up plantsOdorous: fragantRear: rise upThe Horses of the seaThe horses of the seaRear a foaming crest,

But the horses of the land

Serve us the best.

The horses of the land

Munch corn and clover,

While the foaming sea-horses

Toss and turn over. -Christina Rossetti