stop what you are doing – Instruction poems

Why do we give instructions and whom do we give them to? These are the questions that anchored this 11th week with Waters 7th graders. We read Dana Levin’s “Instructions for Stopping” and tried actually following the instructions in the poem (such as Whisper it/three times in a row:/Stop Stop Stop). Then students wrote their own instruction poems. Take a look below and enjoy!

Stop what you are doing
by Camron L.

Stop what you are doing,
stop the violence and have
peace. Stop stop bullying others.
Stop and have control and
take control.


How to make lemonade
by Anonymous

Ingredients:

Lemons.
Hot summer day,
Water,
Best friends,
sugar,
and lots of laughs

Step one
Get water as cold as ice
refreshing,
like aloe on a burn

Step two
squeeze lemons into water bottles
2 to share
take a sour sip and run
to the sink
spit it out in disgust
as she’s holding her stomach
laughing

Step three
raid the cabinets for sugar
pour it into the water bottles
her mom walks in
mouth as wide as a cave
“There’s sugar
everywhere!”
you run into the hall,
out the door
lemonade in hand

smiles as bright
as the blaring
sun in our eyes

Step four
run to the park
as fast as
you can

Step five
set out the blanket
and get a book
take a refreshing
sip of your
delicious
lemonade
she plays soccer
as you read
your book

Step six
relax
and talk
with them


How to make guacamole…and commit murder
by Milo M.

take a knife a sharp one almost a murder weapon, maybe
it was a murder weapon
gently slice through the avocado and remove the nasty
skin and pit like you’ve just gutted your victim

slide the avocado into a bowl and dribble lemon juice
over it as the body slides into the plastic bag

next sprinkle a dusting of salt and pepper as dark as the night
and white as the moon and the body in the bag is sprinkled
with dirt as you dig a hole

pour one teaspoon of water for creaminess and cover
the body with all the dirt you dig up

cut up a cucumber and sprinkle over the mixture
then sprinkle coffee grounds over the hole to block the scent of
a K-9 unit

finally top with tortilla chips and top the mound of dirt
with an animal carcass to throw off the K-9 unit

you have just committed guacamole, good luck.

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