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- How well the poem incorporates the authlete’s assigned word, given its level of difficulty.
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- Personality: creative imagery, language, metaphor, etc.
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Here are the poems:
4-otherwise what does it mean?
Henny and Kangarooster: A Love Story
By Buffy Silverman
A lonely bird, a loveless hen, pined and daydreamed in her pen,
until she eyed the kangarooster. She begged a chick to introduce her.
The day she met this Romeo, she hoped that he would be her beau.
Otherwise, she’d wilt and mope. She’d die alone. How could she cope?
She watched him sproing, she heard him crow. His boinging thumps set her aglow.
She clucked and flapped a wingding show. An arrow flew from Cupid’s bow.
Kanga gaped and was entranced. He cock-a-doodled as she danced.
And thus began their grand affair: this boinging, clucking, mismatched pair.
13-megalomaniacal what does it mean?
By Marla Lesage
Yesterday my brother found a strange chemical.
So he drank it right down and then ran around town
in Mom’s fanciest gown yelling, “I need a crown!”
Now my parents think he’s megalomaniacal.
But that old Dr. Brown? He just said with a frown,
“If you give him a crown he will soon settle down.
You shouldn’t let yourselves get so hysterical.”