ROUND ONE: 7-mulligan vs. 10-organs

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The Poets’ Challenge: Each poet is assigned a single word based on their bracket seed, ranging from 1 (intuitive) to 16 (seemingly impossible). Poets must write a kid-appropriate poem using the prompted word in under 36 hours. Once both final poems have been received, they will be pasted into the body of this post, and then the reader poll will be open for voting.

Voter Instructions: Read each poem as many times as you’d like. Then use the poll to express your preference. Votes are counted in real time and cannot be changed once entered. As a guideline for voting, consider the criteria on which the contestants on the cooking show “Chopped” are evaluated: presentation, taste, and creativity. Translated roughly into poetry terms, presentation might include technical aspects such as meter, rhyme, form/shape, etc.; taste might be the net effect — did the poem move you to laugh, cry, think, kill, etc.; and creativity might include the poet’s approach toward a certain subject, image evocation, clever wordplay, etc.

“This is awesome, where can I find more?”: All results and scheduled matchups, including a glance at the round-by-round writing windows and voting windows, are visible from the Live Scoreboard page. In addition, results will be tweeted from @edecaria as they become final.

Here are the poems:

Jump Rope Stew
by Julie Larios

One, two, double-dutch stew,
cook up a kettle of skip-a-rope stew,
mulligatawny and mulligan, too,
chicken cocido and beef ragout.
Into the broth goes this and that,
spuds and turnips and bacon fat,
dumplings to the dog, carrots to the cat,
and peas to the lady with the porkpie hat.


I Hate Vegetables
by Ann Jacobus

Dad commanded we must eat our beets (heart beets!)
Like chopped organs the bits seemed to pulsate.
Dad’s attention then on TV athletes,
At my brother I lobbed a bite, airfreight.
Splat on his shirt like a bloodstain! Bulls eye! 
A roar and he pounced with lion power.
Pummeled me mashed-up as chow-mein, whereby
My ears are now both cauliflower.



7-mulligan vs. 10-organs: Which Poem Did You Prefer?

  • 7-mulligan (Julie Larios) (53%, 99 Votes)
  • 10-organs (Ann Jacobus) (47%, 82 Votes)

Total Voters: 186

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  • Joy Acey

    mulligan–what a great March word. Don’t stew over your poem too long.

    good Luck.

  • Stephanie Farrow

    Julie, Where the heck was this great poem when my daughter was on a jump rope team?!

  • Pam

    Julie, I wonder how I would look in a porkpie hat! Ann, I’ve a sneaky suspicion, this poem is based in reality. Best of luck to you both.

  • Donna Martin

    Lovely, visual poem, Julie…great job!

  • Susan Taylor Brown

    Well done to both of you. Julie, jump-rope stew, so very clever!

  • Kathryn Apel

    Today I learned how to pronounce ‘ragout’. Who knew? Obviously you! Deliciously clever poem.

  • Catherine Johnson

    That stew has lots of rhythm, great job!

  • Elin

    Ann – I love your I Hate Vegetables poem! Original. My elementary school students will love it — sibling rivalry, gross descriptive words — kind of makes you hungry and sick to your stomach at the same time. Perfect.

  • Linda Baie

    Both, so perfect for kids and their eating habits. My criteria most times is does a poem take a second reading in order to savor the words. These do!

  • Ann Jacobus

    Thank you everyone for your comments. This was a blast and being on the same page with Julie, an honor!

  • Julie Larios

    Ditto what Ann said! And I’ve had a ball reading all the Round One poems (though voting was sometimes hard….)

  • Heidi Mordhorst

    Oh, what fun, and how uncanny that you both went vegetabular! Hard to vote on this one…

  • laurasalas

    I am longing to break out the jump rope now!

  • Uma Krishnaswami

    Oh you are both so clever–what fun!

  • Julie Larios

    Ann, I just squeaked by! Next time we’re together I’ll raise my glass and drink to you.

  • Louise Hawes

    Double-Dutch, double fun!