Lochness Monster at Six Flags: Andrew Jimenez, Kaela Robinson Where am I I see Bugs Bunny It’s actually kind of funny When I hear people screaming Screaming as if their head is near a sniper I feel batman and vipers I taste disgusting diapers But yet I smell something weird indeed The cotton candy tastes like seaweed All these roller coasters remind me Of the beach waves going up and down Why are people looking at me strange as if I’m some kind of clown? Why am I walking on land? Why am I stuck in this place? Why?
Me Hungry! What is this place? Me want food! The Lobster smells like fresh kit fox that I didn't have to hunt for. What's Christmas? People say it feels like this. I touch people and I wonder why I'm hairy. There's as many people as trees. They're everywhere! Me want more Lobster! Where does Lobsters come from? It tastes so good, "nom nom nom."
Culture Shock The poem "Sasqutch at Red Lobster" uses persona and many other literary devices to describe his culture shock.
Frankenstein in the Mall By: Bre Senn and Ashley Barraza
Why is everyone screaming and walking so fast? I can see the fear in their eyes.
The smell of the perfume bothers me, It tastes like moldy cheese.
Why am I so tall? These clothes feel so weird.
Before I leave, I stop at Zale's Jewelry. The jewelry is the only sunshine in my life.
THEME: The poem is about how he is trying to experience the human culture/ways but because humans are so judgmental on looks, he gets denied. The only thing that makes him happy is the jewelry.
It smells in here, the bright colors are blinding my vision, where are all the people at? Can I eat the chocolate? This candy taste like Asians. I can't stop eating it, my hands are full. The colors are disappearing, I think I am going to attack every candy store. ME HUNGRY!!
Reflections. People are multiplying. It feels so cold on my belly. Slithering along I cannot open my eyes. Why am I here? How did I arrive? I am too afraid to see my reflection will guillotine my soul. I must escape Or forever live in Darkness.
I look down and see things thrash about. flares go off and smells of smoke people yelling and my itches I stroke. Why attack me? I have money! they must not understand and continue. I am too large an can't fit, I found the entrance, but if I wiggle a little more, POP! Why must I be so big and ugly? Why be born as Cthulhu?! So I walk back to my underwater lair, try again the next morning, I have time to spare.
Freddy Krueger in Church Aaaaaaa it burns!!!! It's hot in here! Get me out of here. The candles smell like holy wax. This place is a torture. I hear prayers everywhere, feel hot benches, and taste holy water. The bright light is a sun that burs my scars. Why am I the only one suffering?
As I walk into the disco bar, The disco ball is shining brighter than the sun at noon. Arrg, the ball shines on some fine ladies. "Lead me to the rum," I say. I chug on my rum and take a deep breath and that is when I realize it smells like sweat. After viewing all this I ask myself, why am I still no satisfied?
Do I look scary? I'm an ogre of Six flags. Welcome to my swamp where we have roller-coasters, people screaming, lots of food and where it smells like vomit. The cotton candy tastes like vomit. And the people screaming sounds like music to the ears. It's a very fun place to be, so why are you of afraid of this place and me?
The Cookie Monster in the Hookah Bar I was on my morning cookie run, when I came across a Hookah bar. I was sure they'd have some great cookies inside. Ms. Piggy lead me inside and asked what I would like. When i realized I only had a dime So it was all going to be a waist of time. As i got up to leave, the smell of something knocked me to my knees, it was as if Big Bird round house kicked me. I was in a cloud, everywhere I turned there was smoke around me. Then all these questions came to me... Why do I love cookies? Where are my cookies? And why in the world em I furry and blue?
-Leonard Benitez, Salvador Rodriguez, Adrian Aguilar
Why must it hurt to believe in religion. There are many believers, so why am I descriminated against. Myths have been made and they are not true. The holy water does not harm me neither does the holy cross burn me. Yes I drink blood. And I ask myself don't all you too? Body of christ and blood from christ we all consume. So what is the difference between me and you?
Lochness Monster at Six Flags: Andrew Jimenez, Kaela Robinson
ReplyDeleteWhere am I
I see Bugs Bunny
It’s actually kind of funny
When I hear people screaming
Screaming as if their head is near a sniper
I feel batman and vipers
I taste disgusting diapers
But yet I smell something weird indeed
The cotton candy tastes like seaweed
All these roller coasters remind me
Of the beach waves going up and down
Why are people looking at me strange as if I’m some kind of clown?
Why am I walking on land? Why am I stuck in this place? Why?
Amy Ricciardi
ReplyDeleteMiguel Comparan
Sasquatch at Red Lobster
Me Hungry! What is this place?
Me want food!
The Lobster smells like fresh kit fox that I didn't have to hunt for.
What's Christmas?
People say it feels like this.
I touch people and I wonder why I'm hairy.
There's as many people as trees.
They're everywhere!
Me want more Lobster!
Where does Lobsters come from?
It tastes so good, "nom nom nom."
Culture Shock
The poem "Sasqutch at Red Lobster" uses persona and many other literary devices to describe his culture shock.
Frankenstein in the Mall
ReplyDeleteBy: Bre Senn and Ashley Barraza
Why is everyone screaming and walking so fast?
I can see the fear in their eyes.
The smell of the perfume bothers me,
It tastes like moldy cheese.
Why am I so tall?
These clothes feel so weird.
Before I leave, I stop at Zale's Jewelry.
The jewelry is the only sunshine in my life.
THEME: The poem is about how he is trying to experience the human culture/ways but because humans are so judgmental on looks, he gets denied. The only thing that makes him happy is the jewelry.
Godzilla in the Candy Store
ReplyDeleteIt smells in here, the bright colors are blinding my vision, where are all the people at? Can I eat the chocolate? This candy taste like Asians. I can't stop eating it, my hands are full. The colors are disappearing, I think I am going to attack every candy store. ME HUNGRY!!
Mitch, Karissa
Basilisk in Hall of Mirrors
ReplyDeleteReflections.
People are multiplying.
It feels so cold on my belly.
Slithering along I cannot open my eyes.
Why am I here? How did I arrive?
I am too afraid to see
my reflection will guillotine my soul.
I must escape
Or forever live in Darkness.
Morgan Todd and Prabhjeet Kaur
I look down and see things thrash about.
ReplyDeleteflares go off and smells of smoke
people yelling and my itches I stroke.
Why attack me? I have money!
they must not understand and continue.
I am too large an can't fit,
I found the entrance,
but if I wiggle a little more, POP!
Why must I be so big and ugly?
Why be born as Cthulhu?!
So I walk back to my underwater lair,
try again the next morning,
I have time to spare.
-Paulino & Meldanne
Freddy Krueger in Church
ReplyDeleteAaaaaaa it burns!!!! It's hot in here!
Get me out of here.
The candles smell like holy wax.
This place is a torture. I hear prayers everywhere,
feel hot benches, and taste holy water.
The bright light is a sun that burs my scars.
Why am I the only one suffering?
--Maria Bravo
Ruby Jacobo
Maria Badillo
As I walk into the disco bar,
ReplyDeleteThe disco ball is shining brighter
than the sun at noon.
Arrg, the ball shines on some fine ladies.
"Lead me to the rum," I say.
I chug on my rum and take a deep breath
and that is when I realize it smells like sweat.
After viewing all this I ask myself,
why am I still no satisfied?
-Yasmin and Edwin
Do I look scary?
ReplyDeleteI'm an ogre of Six flags.
Welcome to my swamp where we have roller-coasters, people screaming, lots of food and where it smells like vomit.
The cotton candy tastes like vomit.
And the people screaming sounds like music to the ears.
It's a very fun place to be, so why are you of afraid of this place and me?
--Terry's group
The Cookie Monster in the Hookah Bar
ReplyDeleteI was on my morning cookie run, when I came across a Hookah bar.
I was sure they'd have some great cookies inside.
Ms. Piggy lead me inside and asked what I would like.
When i realized I only had a dime
So it was all going to be a waist of time.
As i got up to leave,
the smell of something knocked me to my knees, it was as if Big Bird round house kicked me.
I was in a cloud, everywhere I turned there was smoke around me.
Then all these questions came to me...
Why do I love cookies?
Where are my cookies?
And why in the world em I furry and blue?
-Leonard Benitez, Salvador Rodriguez, Adrian Aguilar
Dracula in Church
ReplyDeleteWhy must it hurt to believe in religion.
There are many believers, so why am I descriminated against.
Myths have been made and they are not true.
The holy water does not harm me neither does the holy cross burn me.
Yes I drink blood.
And I ask myself don't all you too?
Body of christ and blood from christ we all consume.
So what is the difference between me and you?
Raul Politron