Little T learned about alliteration today in school, and she had a great time creating little one line "poems" with her classmates. My personal favorite, koan-like in its profound simplicity, is this:
The careful cat cooked colorful cupcakes in the courtyard.
She remembered many of the others she composed at school:
The lion licked lots of lemon lollipops.
Savana slid down several slippery slides.
The seal told his sister several silly stories.
Then we started making up our own, Little T, Lady E, and I. I'm guessing the ones we did here at home used the words "butt" and "poop" more than the ones Mrs. Onu collected from her 2nd graders. I'll save you most of those but here are a few of the gems we came up with:
Happy hippies hold hands and hop through hothouses.
Isabelle has a big icky contagious illness.
The canine’s colorful crap cooled down after being freshly cooped up. (Thank you, 5th grader.)
Big bears bang their butts on the backs of banana trees.
For that last one, she had the word "paws" instead of "butts." I got a kick out of suggesting she might be able to think of a body part that started with a 'B' and then watching her crack her little self up with the revision.
I refrained, however, from making the same suggestion for this one:
The princess printed pretty pictures of her prince’s...BUTT.
She was so pleased with herself! So amused! So delighted with her hutzpah!
Mommy was pretty happy, too, to have avoided an awkward -- although admittedly hilarious -- alliterative apex!
Language is such a thrill, isn't it?