in three bright modern colours
I showed the poem to the kids. Then, egged on by their interest,'You mean you actually like it?!', I printed out another Wordsworth poem, and gave them some old magazines to make their own 'Mutant Wordsworth' poem.
So, this is the original they were working with:
Hmm..well it doesn't really float my boat. But take a look at the new improved version by ds1:
(alterations to the original are marked in bold type below)
By Public Relations
My luxury car leaps up when I behold
Cheaper online access in the sky
So was it when my life began
So is it now I am a van;
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me fly
The child is father of the car that is man
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by the tax increase."
So, you see, whatever you think of poetry - and most of the time I think it's a pile of pompous pants - it really is just playing with words. Yep that's all it boils down to. Iambic pentameters (or should that be pompous pantameters?) aside, there are times when poetry can be crude and fun. And - though I've only just noticed - ds1 has even kept the rhyme correct in some of the lines - man/van, sky/fly. There was no prompting from me, I gave them free reign to do as they wished with old Wordy. Blimey! That means my child actually READ the poem and THOUGHT about which words would fit best.
Sometimes we seriously underestimate our kids, don't we?