Video & Lesson #2 Jack Prelutsky

In this workshop, you will hear “Ballad of a Boneless Chicken” and learn how authors use personification while writing.Jack Prelutsky 1940 -present
Jack hated poetry in school. He thought it was boring, so he began writing funny poetry in college. His roommate in college convinced him to try and go get published. Well, he did and something happened to him that does not happen to most writers. He was published on the very first try! All these years later, he still has the same editor. He says he gets his ideas everywhere, “Everything I see or hear can become a poem.”
He has seven favorite foods and they all begin with the letters, “Ch”.
See if you can guess them all!
Read Jack Prelutsky’s poem, “Ballad of a Boneless Chicken” and notice how he wrote it in first person. Do you think this author actually turned into a boneless chicken??
Of course not, he used personification.
Write a poem using personification: giving human characteristics to something non-human. Imagine you are a tennis shoe, a cricket, a bumblebee or a basketball. Use the questions below to guide your writing. Do not answer them in order, just use them as a guide…thinking…if I were a bumblebee where would I fly? Write using first person “I would fly to the largest flower” imagining that you actually become this thing.
Have fun writing a persona poem!
How can you best describe yourself? 

What happens in your day?
What do you see? feel? hear? smell? taste?
What are your hopes and dreams? or fears?
What are your likes or dislikes?

Ballad of a Boneless Chicken

I’m a basic boneless chicken,
yes, I have no bones inside,
I’m without a trace of rib cage,
yet I holds myself with pride,
often hens appear offended
by my total lack of bones,
they discuss me impolitely
in derogatory tone.

I am absolutely boneless,

I am boneless through and through,
I have neither neck nor thighbones,
and my back is boneless too,

and I haven’t got a wishbone,

not a bone within my breast,

so I rarely care to travel

from the comfort of my nest.

I have feathers fine and fluffy,

I have lovely little wings,

But I lack the superstructure

To support these splendid things.
Since a chicken finds it tricky
To parade on boneless legs,
I stick closely to the hen house,
Laying little scrambled eggs.

Jack Prelutsky

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