Smith's Ninth Grade Blog

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Personification of a kitchen utensil


Today we are going to make your kitchen utensils come alive! Add human characteristics to your kitchen utensil and have them go on an adventure of sorts. Be creative and please make sure to post your poem and comment on others.

24 Comments:

At February 22, 2007 10:19 AM, Blogger druybal said...

Frosty Spoon!

Frosty the foon was stuck in great doom
When the kitchen was about to boom
He ran to the side
Where there was no place to hide

He grabbed the knife
To save his life
But this was not enough
The foon thought this task was way to tuff

The foon jumped and screamed
Dodging the enormous beam
He slipped and fell
Hitting the dinner bell

He ran across the counter to run away
But only the trashcan was in his way
The foon escaped great doom
Because he was a frosty spoon

 
At February 22, 2007 1:52 PM, Blogger DylanB said...

Larry loved to be a fork
Mostly cause he loved the taste of pork
But Larry hated knifes because they always got in his way
Especially when Larry was at restaurants in the California bay

When he was there he was only used for meats
He was sick of it and he had only been there a couple of weeks
Larry knew it was time to go somewhere were he wouldn’t have to deal with knives
He knew of one place on Fourth Street called jives

On Saturday night Larry was ready to get out
It was a crowded night so he knew he could get about
After he was gone he was amazed because it was easier than he thought
But now it was time for the long walk

When he made it to Jives Larry was so happy
It was a long night and he was quiet nappy
But he knew he still had to get in
He snuck through the cracked door thanks to the wind

While inside a waitress picked him up off the floor
Then the walked through a big door
Larry found himself at home at last
He was glad because knives were now in the past

 
At February 22, 2007 4:24 PM, Blogger zoey said...

I used to be his favorite on those rainy days; he would run to kitchen to use me
He would get the flour and chocolate chips; but I was most important, you see
Without me there’d be no cookies, because I mix the mouth-watering batter
They needed me, a beater; I would twirl and twist to make the batter fatter
But now he has no time, so in the dark drawer I stay
As a beater I long to make a batter I want to swim in that lovely mix all day
After I was done mixing, he would lick me clean
He has forgotten all of that now that he’s a teen
Years have passed; I still lie in my cell
It’s been so long I won’t be used again, I can just tell
I awake in a new place
It is a moving case
I fear that this is it; I know I will end up in a trashcan
Now out of the case, I am in a new kitchen next to a pan
He hands me to his little girl and explains what I do and what my part is
I make a sweet treat once again and now a new little one is in my heart

 
At February 22, 2007 5:02 PM, Blogger KaylaC said...

Tipsy the tea pot had nothing to do
So she decided to go to the zoo
It wouldn’t be easy to do this alone
But Tipsy the teapot could always pretend to be a gnome

During this trip
She would accidentally drip
For she was boiling
Due to the milk’s spoiling

The teapot started to cry
With fear that she would die
She took a pit stop
Where she got control over her pot

She made it to the zoo
Where she heard a cow moo
Later after hopping a mile
Tipsy met a friendly crocodile

She caught a ride from a fish
To meet up with her friend the dish
Then they said good bye
And Tipsy began to fly

She flew up and about
Until she fell due to her doubt
She landed on a fox
And then was thrown in a brown box

For she had no tea
But she still had her glee
She escaped eventually
And wanted to potentially

Go home
Because she missed her best friend the comb
When she arrived back
She was given a snack

By a huge group of friends
Who told her to stay with them behind the glass lens
Now she’s home
And she’ll never be alone

 
At February 22, 2007 5:03 PM, Blogger KaylaC said...

drubal

I really liked your kitchen poem, it was really easy to follow and flowed well. Well done!

 
At February 22, 2007 5:42 PM, Blogger DylanB said...

Kayla i like your poem it had good rhyme scheme.

 
At February 22, 2007 7:23 PM, Blogger Deirdre C said...

The wooden stirring spoon Bob
Once had a job
But one day he ended up in a soup that was to hot.
The soup hardened into a dot.

Just as Bob’s girlfriend walked in,
Bob was trying to spread jam to thin.
Bobs girlfriend said,
“I have not been fed!”

When Bob and his girlfriend got married,
Bob asked if he looked hairy.
His girlfriend said no
But he may have to go.

Bob ended up in a hospital with burns on his face
Because he was having a race
With his girlfriends other man
Bob went to the hospital to let his cool in front of a fan.

 
At February 22, 2007 7:24 PM, Blogger Deirdre C said...

I like everyone's poems. They are great and they are really creative

 
At February 22, 2007 8:22 PM, Blogger philh said...

There once was an unhappy pizza cutter named Chuck,
he was unhappy because he had bad luck.
Every time they ordered pizza from a store,
he would be left in the drawer.

He longed for pizza he could slice
he would be so careful and precise.
But the pizza man kept coming to the door,
he couldn’t take it much more.

Unfortunately, he was never used again,
he just laid next to the old whisk named Ben.
both were now unneeded things
and both used to be treated just like kings.

So Chuck stayed in the drawer,
thinking about how often he was used before.

 
At February 22, 2007 9:09 PM, Blogger JoeS said...

Meet my friend the beater, his name is Jake
His favorite food is Angelfood Cake,
He runs the kitchen like a cop, so he is not very lovin,
Mess with him and he will throw you in an oven,

Jake the beater didnt get along with the plates,
So he told them that he might have to determine there fate,
So everyone minded there own beeswax
Until one day when the beater got a fax

He didn't know why he wasn't being used,
But he sure wasn't amused,
So now that he lay bore,
he bagan to go back to his old beater ways and spread a lot of gore,

His name is Jake and his favorite food to make is chocolate cake!!!!!

 
At February 22, 2007 10:48 PM, Blogger toreinm said...

There once was a salt shaker,
Who lived in the home of her maker.
But she was all alone,
As she sat on her table of stone.

There once was a pepper shaker,
Who lived in the house of a baker.
He too, sat by himself,
On a lonely, cold, metal shelf.

One day the salt’s maker,
Walked into the home of the baker,
He wanted to buy some bread,
But saw the pepper shaker instead.

“Take me with you!” the pepper screamed,
And he almost heard him, almost it seemed.
For he grabbed the shaker and asked for the price,
For the maker thought, it was rather nice.

The baker responded with “2.81”
And the maker paid and was done,
And the shaker was put in a bag,
And the heavy pepper made it sag.

But soon he was at the home of the maker,
Where he met, the salt shaker.
“Hey,” he said to her,
And to him she said, “Hello fine sir.”

They were both excited to be together,
And hoped that this could last forever.
Soon after they had met,
They had everything set.

For the baby was soon to arrive,
And in their lifetime they had five.
Three were girls and two were boys,
Rose, Cindy, Tammy, Tom and Troy.

And that was the life they had,
It ended good but started bad.
But things can change in a heart beat
So the life of the shakers was rather neat.

 
At February 23, 2007 9:36 AM, Blogger aaronb said...

Joey the spatula was very happy indeed
He was always happy to do a good deed
He loved to be used
It always kept him amused

Until one sad day when Bob the prongs came along
Joey knew he wasn’t very strong
But still Bob the prongs became the favorite utensil
He was almost used as much as a stencil

Joey thought that his days were over as a utensil and he became very sad
At times he was became mad
He lived in misery and despair
He didn’t think that it was fair

Until one day Bob no longer could be repaired
Bob asked if he could be spared
But he was no longer needed
Joey was happy that he was finally defeated

 
At February 23, 2007 9:51 AM, Blogger abarker said...

Nicholas the shiney knife who needed a pretty wife
he was fed up with life so he set off for a wife

he searched high and low
but no wife for nicholas the shinny knife
one day a sparkly spoon rolled into town with a dirty old fork named Larry

Nicholas was in love with this spoon she never left his mind
but Larry the dirty fork loved her aswell
it was rumored that larry the fork loved big juicy pork

One night Nicholas the shiney knife poisoned larrys the forks beloved pork

long story short
after we lost larry the old fork
Nicholas and the spoon fed happily ever after.

 
At February 23, 2007 10:20 AM, Blogger ashleighc said...

I am just a lowly plastic spoon
I’ve been sentenced to a life of doom
No other utensil will be my friend
Because they know I will shortly come to my end

I come in a box with 60 others just like me
In that box I lay in wait for the day I will be free
In the other boxes I hear laughing from the forks
They say I am lower than even a spork

At night the store turns out its lights
And I get dreams with many frights
But in the morning they come back
I always hear the click and clack

Then one day I see a light and begin to feel my greed,
For I believe I’m being freed
But in truth I’m being used
Why must I be so abused?

I’m taken from my make-shift home
And given nothing, not even a comb
Out on a table I am laid
Used by eaters for their aid

In the trash is where I go
But this isn’t the final blow
After that comes the dump
Where I am turned into a lump

Why should I hope for everything?
When I know I shall never gain a thing
I am just a plastic spoon
Who knows his time will be over soon

 
At February 23, 2007 3:09 PM, Blogger eddiev said...

The forks name was Nork
Nork lived in New York
Nork loved the feeling of going through meet because it felt neat
He thought he was the best utensil even better then a pencil
He just sitts and spitts
He would always be popping and hopping
Nork started a fight this one night
They heard walking
They got really scared.
Nork runs and hides in a can and
Scoon lays on a pan.

--

 
At February 25, 2007 11:19 AM, Blogger Matt D said...

Said the fork to the spoon,
“I wish we were a foon,
Just imagine what we could do together.”
But said the spoon to the fork
“If we were a spork
Our individuality would be gone forever

So as the spoon went about
The fork began to shout
“People have two hands not three!”
“But you stupid fork
You’re a true dork
For people need both you and me.”

“But to get done the job
Of getting your corn off the cob
You need to dig and scoop at the same time.”
“But to slurp up your soup
You can’t dig; you can’t scoop
One thing will do it just fine.”

But then said the knives,
“We’ll end both your lives
If you don’t stop yelling at each other!”
So said the fork to the spoon,
“Let’s get out of this room,
You’re right, let’s stay as just brothers.”

So said the spoon to the fork,
“It’s going to work
Being separate to divide and job.
I’ll take the ice cream
While you can stab green beans
The fork and spoon, Jim and Bob.

 
At February 25, 2007 4:40 PM, Blogger connorf said...

Chopsticks

There once was a pair of chopsticks
They had some good times; they had their kicks
This pair of chopsticks was twins
They were there for each other, there till the end

These chopsticks were very good at ping-pong
On all of the calls, they never were wrong
They were the best in the country
They won with bravery

Once they traveled overseas
To play the best in other countries
They played a double match against some forks
These forks were ping-pong dorks

Although the forks were very good
The chopsticks beat them like they should
The chopsticks were better than the rest
The chopsticks were the best

 
At February 26, 2007 9:33 AM, Blogger John M said...

Salad: Beware!
By: John Moore

Tongs are a favorite chef’s cookware
But if you use them please be aware
They just might snatch you, so be afraid
Because of their claws, you might need a band-aid

In a bowl there is some salad
But do not worry it is not very pallid
So when in the kitchen you must always hide
Because the tongs are never on your side

These tongs are like a stuffed animal machine
The claw will come down and be really mean
These tongs do not really care who you are
If you get in their path you’ll not be in the salad bar

So what will you do at the next buffet?
You’ll be careful what you put on your big ol’ tray
Because although the salad is good for the body
In your way are those mean tongs, oh so naughty.

 
At February 26, 2007 8:19 PM, Blogger zacha said...

Fork/Pizza cutter

There once was a thing that nobody knew
He wasn’t exactly part of the crew
He was different then all of the rest
He didn’t have the right amount of zest

He was part pizza cutter and part fork
He was crazier than Billy the spork
He lived in a house on Crazy Street
Some people say his real name is Pete

Some say he eats other silver wear
Some say he eats them without a care
It’s rumored that he has a pet
But there is no proof when you ask the local vet

People go by his house cringing in fear
Little utensils walk by and shed a tear
No one knows this crazy old man
But everyone knows he’s not part of the clan.

 
At February 27, 2007 8:21 AM, Blogger KelliL said...

Nice job class! Everyone did a really good job!

 
At February 27, 2007 9:32 AM, Blogger JohnS said...

‘The Can Opener’

There once was a can opener
Who was new, shiny, and sharp
It sat on the kitchen counter
Under a clean, colorful tarp

It was electric with a white cord
Made of plastic and steel
It was used quite frequently
For almost every meal

It sat on the kitchen counter
Next to the coffee pot
Where it could easily be found
Although it can be quite hot

It opened some soup
It opened some beans
It opened almost anything
It is one mean machine

One day it met its match
Trying to open a large can of lard
It sparked and smoked
Ending up thrown in the backyard

Having once been the pride of the kitchen
The opener suffered a crash
Once new, shiny and sharp
It is now in the trash

 
At February 27, 2007 9:48 AM, Blogger Kyles said...

“Tame thy eyes,
To sights of birds and skies”
Cries the ladle with passion burning deep within its power hungry eyes.
“Thou now shall quickly come with me
To lands of love, to worlds of simplicity”
Freed at last from the kitchen, the ladle seeks to achieve absolute glory.

“Be not afraid, be not at awe
For no one will see these sights, the sights we saw”
The ladle travels to worlds beyond, until his ambitions become weary and raw.
“Thou earnest the right to object and scorn,
But as of now ill minded objections will not be born”
In utter control, the ladle begins to tear apart worlds that need not be torn.

“If now you be a worthy man,
Bow to me…forever if you can”
The Ladle crowns himself king, a crooked king of the land.
“Thou shall not avail from these times!
Twisted punishments for twisted crimes!”
Death wraps the lands, as the king steals the spoons dimes

“Be not weary, for I have been a good king
Those who stay loyal shall not feel the my wrath nor my sting”
Yet the Ladle refuses to admit that he has done horrible things.
“I’ve found an emptiness deep within,
That which I hated and left, now be thy sin”
Emptiness for every moment it misses its long lost kitchen.

“How dare you sentence me to die!
I am your glorious king, with power beyond measure, and tears that need not cry”
Objective till the end, his crimes will be tolerated no longer.

“Have mercy upon my soul,
For I knew not I had a heart of rotten coal”
But his words, honest at last, do not accomplish their intended goal.
“And In time, thou shall count my blessings, however few.
As I leave this world, I bid you, my people, a very fond ado”
The death sentence of a crooked king is never something new.

“I had tamed my eyes, to sights of birds and skies.
Yet somewhere along the way thy will became that of power, and lies.
What now are you waiting for?
Pass the blame, know the score.”
And down falls the axe, the king of ladles is no more.

 
At March 23, 2007 9:33 PM, Blogger lbsnow said...

Very amusing! Those poor utensils - even wit can't seem to save them.

 
At March 24, 2011 3:44 AM, Blogger Andrewgede said...

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