April is National Poetry Month. And May celebrates the birthday of a famous limerick writer, Edward Lear. We asked the WORLDteen audience to try spinning out a few limericks, and to share their favorite poems. Here's what you sent us:
Letter to the Editor
Dear Editor,
I am writing to you today to share my favorite poem! It is called, "Charge of the Light Brigade" by Lord Tennyson Alfred.
Becoming my favorite poem upon reading it, Charge of the Light Brigade has a funny tone when you know the context while still being a wonderfully captivating poem. It tells the story of the British Cavalry charging the Russians during the Crimean war. It tells how just one misunderstood order cost the lives of countless British soldiers. However, the reason I like this poem so much is not because it is sad, but because it turns an epic fail into something almost heroic. It is important to find the joy in life and this poem takes something that was sad, and turns it into an awesome tale about a noble group of soldiers. The Charge of the Light Brigade brings joy to a gruesome war and makes it famous. I have heard people recite this poem on stage before, and every time, they don't say it with a tone of loss, they say it with power, with glory. This poem offers a patriotic sense of victory to its reader. I will always have a soft spot in my heart for this wonderful and powerful poem. The Charge of the Light Brigade is one of the best poems I have ever read in my life.
Thank you,
God bless,
~ Emma V.
Original Limericks and Poems
Once there was a red-bellied chaffinch
His stature was only a half inch.
He hopped on the ground
Till the wind blew him round
Then he was a red-bellied fast finch.
— Ruth S.
Once there was a young sneaky bumblebee
He made his home in a tumbleweed.
He buzzed and he bumbled
Till the tumbleweed tumbled
And then he was made a humble bee.
— Ruth S.
Thanks, Ruth S.!
There once was a young fashion girl,
Who showed off her clothes with a twirl.
Her pants caught on the tip,
Of a nail and did rip,
And downward her pants did unfurl.
— Brigette B.
(Oh no, Brigette!)
There once was a hamster named Harry,
Who feasted upon cakes with cherries.
He ate lamb chops galore,
Also steaks and much more,
Till he was too heavy to carry.
— Brigette B.
Thanks, Brigette B.!
