"Class, shall we tell Mr. Leroy what we're studying?"
"Poetry!" the second-graders said loudly, all together.
Mr. Leroy made a face. "I was hoping you'd be studying volcanoes. I'm afraid poetry might be booorring."
The children were silent for a moment. So was Mrs. Pidgeon. Then Gooney Bird stood at her seat. Today she was wearing a fringed cowboy vest over her denim overalls. Gooney Bird put her hands on her hips. "Mr. Leroy," she said, "I am shocked that you would say that!"
"Yeth!" Felicia Ann said. "Me, too!"
"So," Mr. Leroy said, "poetry isn't boring?"
"No!" the entire class said.
"It's hard, though," Tyrone pointed out. "You gotta work hard to get it right. Every word gotta be right."
"You have to learn about couplets and stuff," Ben said.
"And haiku," Keiko added.
"And today," Mrs. Pidgeon told the principal, "we are going to do..." She pointed to the word she had written on the board. "Limericks."
"Funny poems!" Malcolm called out.
Mr. Leroy leaned back in the chair. "Well," he said. "I think I'll stay for a while! I'd like to learn about funny poems myself!"
"Did your mother write a limerick, Mrs. Pidgeon?" Gooney Bird asked.
"She did. I'll read her limerick right now, and then I'll describe how we can create our own." The teacher unfolded a paper.
"Mrs. Pidgeon's mom was a poet," Tricia whispered to Mr. Leroy in explanation.
"Is," Gooney Bird corrected. "Once you're a poet, you're always, always a poet."
"And your feet show it, 'cuz they're Long-fellows," Malcolm added. "Sorry," he said, when he realized that Mrs. Pidgeon was giving him a look.
"This poem has no title," Mrs. Pidgeon said when the class was quiet and waiting. "It's surprising, but often limericks don't have titles. So I'll just start." She began to read.
A very rich lady named Dot
Spent a fortune on buying a yacht,
Then let out a wail
While trying to sail,
For it started to float but did not.
The children laughed. "My cousin tipped over in a canoe once!" Barry said.
"I saw Titanic! The whole ship sank!" Nicholas said.
"Me, too!"
"I saw Titanic too!"
Mrs. Pidgeon played a chord on the piano and the class became quiet. "Boring?" she asked. She was looking at Mr. Leroy.
"Nope. Not boring," Mr. Leroy said with a smile.
"Okay, class. That was a limerick. A limerick is often funny, and it usually begins with a description of a person in the first line. Shall we try creating a limerick together?"
"Yes!" the children called out.
"All right. I'm going to start by giving you a first line. And I'll use my own name."
"No fair!" said Chelsea. "Nothing rhymes with Pidgeon!"
Mrs. Pidgeon chuckled. "It's not necessary to use a last name. How about this?" she suggested. '"There once was a teacher named Pat'?"
She looked around. "Think about words that rhyme with Pat. Who can come up with's. the next line? Hands, please. Don't call out."
For a moment, no hands went up. Everyone sat silently, thinking. Someone murmured, "Fat." Another child said, "Cat," in a low voice. Then, all at once, six hands were raised. Mrs. Pidgeon looked around the room. "Mr. Leroy?" she said, pointing to him. The principal had raised his hand. "Second line?"
"'Who gave up the chair where she sat,'" Mr. Leroy said.
"Cool!" Tyrone called out. "Good job, dude!"
"All right," Mrs. Pidgeon said. "Thank you, Mr. Leroy. Now we have the first two lines." She wrote them on the board. "Next we need two shorter, rhyming lines. Any thoughts, class?"
Again the children and the principal became silent. Suddenly Gooney Bird stood up and said loudly, "Eureka!"
"Eureka?" asked Mrs. Pidgeon.
"That means 'I got it!' You say it when a great idea comes to you unexpectedly," Gooney Bird explained.
"And a great idea has?"
"Yep!" said Gooney Bird with a grin. "I thought of the whole rest of the limerick. It's a eureka moment."
"Good for you. Would you like to come to the front of the class to recite it?"
"Yes. But wait." Gooney Bird opened the lid of her desk and rummaged inside. She took out something that looked familiar: pale green and ruffled. Today Gooney Bird's hair was not in ponytails. But she grabbed half of her red hair in one hand and pulled it through one leg hole, and then she did the same with the other half. Finally she carefully arranged the elastic waistband around her head and across her forehead. Wearing her headpiece, she went to the front of the room and recited the limerick:
There once was a teacher named Pat
Who gave up the chair where she sat.
She tried to write verse,
But it only got worse
Till she warmed up her brain with a hat.
The class applauded. "You may borrow my hat, Mrs. Pidgeon," Gooney Bird said, "anytime you want. Or you can make your own, of course."
"Of course," Mrs. Pidgeon said. "Next? How about each of you try using your own name in a first line? No need to write an entire limerick. Let's start with first lines. I'll walk around the class in case anyone needs help." She looked at the principal. Usually his visits to classrooms lasted only a few minutes. But Mr. Leroy had picked up a paper and pencil and it did not look as if he were planning to leave.
For a few moments the classroom was quiet, with heads bent over, pencils moving on papers. Then, here and there, groaning started.