Bell Work Pick up the handout at the door. Take out your “Types of Language Devices” flipbook. With your shoulder partner, review your definitions for the following terms which you will use and be tested on today: Rhyme Onomatopoeia Metaphor Personification Alliteration Imagery Hyperbole Allusion Irony Simile

Review of Terms and Examples You most likely got almost all of the terms written down yesterday; however, you may have missed some or don’t have good examples of all of them. With your shoulder partner, use the list you will be given to check and make sure you have good definitions and examples for each of the terms in your flipbook. You will be able to use your flipbook for today’s assignment as well as the rest of the assignments in this unit (Not for quizzes, however).

Take out highlighters if you have them or raise your hands if you need to borrow some. You need 4-5 colors.

How can I tell if you are clumping your hands “Tic Toc Little Clock” Tick tock little clock ticka ticka ticka toc How can I make you stop? How can I tell if you are clumping your hands All around your clock face I just don’t understand You make sounds Like tring and buzz and cuckoo Tell me little clock Oh! Excuse me. Achoo! This poem has Onomatopoeia Rhyme Metaphor Personification

How can I tell if you are clumping your hands “Tic Toc Little Clock” Tick tock little clock ticka ticka ticka toc How can I make you stop? How can I tell if you are clumping your hands All around your clock face I just don’t understand You make sounds Like tring and buzz and cuckoo Tell me little clock Oh! Excuse me. Achoo! This poem has Onomatopoeia Rhyme Metaphor Personification

How can I tell if you are clumping your hands “Tic Toc Little Clock” Tick tock little clock ticka ticka ticka toc How can I make you stop? How can I tell if you are clumping your hands All around your clock face I just don’t understand You make sounds Like tring and buzz and cuckoo Tell me little clock Oh! Excuse me. Achoo! This poem has Onomatopoeia Rhyme Metaphor Personification

How can I tell if you are clumping your hands “Tic Toc Little Clock” Tick tock little clock ticka ticka ticka toc How can I make you stop? How can I tell if you are clumping your hands All around your clock face I just don’t understand You make sounds Like tring and buzz and cuckoo Tell me little clock Oh! Excuse me. Achoo! This poem has Onomatopoeia Rhyme Metaphor Personification

How can I tell if you are clumping your hands “Tic Toc Little Clock” Tick tock little clock ticka ticka ticka toc How can I make you stop? How can I tell if you are clumping your hands All around your clock face I just don’t understand You make sounds Like tring and buzz and cuckoo Tell me little clock Oh! Excuse me. Achoo! This poem has Onomatopoeia Rhyme Metaphor Personification

“Once by the Pacific” by Robert Frost The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent;  It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken. This poem has Personification Simile Metaphor Rhyme Alliteration

“Once by the Pacific” by Robert Frost The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent;  It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken. This poem has Personification Simile Metaphor Rhyme Alliteration

“Once by the Pacific” by Robert Frost The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent;  It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken. This poem has Personification Simile Metaphor Rhyme Alliteration

“Once by the Pacific” by Robert Frost The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent;  It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken. This poem has Personification Simile Metaphor Rhyme Alliteration

“Once by the Pacific” by Robert Frost The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent;  It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken. This poem has Personification Simile Metaphor Rhyme Alliteration

“Once by the Pacific” by Robert Frost The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent;  It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken. This poem has Personification Simile Metaphor Rhyme Alliteration

I’m standing in the shower “Soap Hope” by Amy LV I’m standing in the shower This poem has Alliteration Imagery Rhyme And today I have to cope with a slimy slice of skinny-slippery flimsy dripping soap. I try to grip this sudsy strip To scrub my crudsy self And when I’m clean I slide the sliver On a corner shelf. Tomorrow when I shower (I close my eyes and hope) I’ll find it’s been replaced by a fresher, fatter soap.

I’m standing in the shower “Soap Hope” by Amy LV I’m standing in the shower This poem has Alliteration Imagery Rhyme And today I have to cope with a slimy slice of skinny-slippery flimsy dripping soap. I try to grip this sudsy strip To scrub my crudsy self And when I’m clean I slide the sliver On a corner shelf. Tomorrow when I shower (I close my eyes and hope) I’ll find it’s been replaced by a fresher, fatter soap.

I’m standing in the shower “Soap Hope” by Amy LV I’m standing in the shower This poem has Alliteration Imagery Rhyme And today I have to cope with a slimy slice of skinny-slippery flimsy dripping soap. I try to grip this sudsy strip To scrub my crudsy self And when I’m clean I slide the sliver On a corner shelf. Tomorrow when I shower (I close my eyes and hope) I’ll find it’s been replaced by a fresher, fatter soap.

I’m standing in the shower “Soap Hope” by Amy LV I’m standing in the shower This poem has Alliteration Imagery Rhyme And today I have to cope with a slimy slice of skinny-slippery flimsy dripping soap. I try to grip this sudsy strip To scrub my crudsy self And when I’m clean I slide the sliver On a corner shelf. Tomorrow when I shower (I close my eyes and hope) I’ll find it’s been replaced by a fresher, fatter soap.

Number from 1-20. Do NOT skip lines. Do NOT write on the quiz. Take out a sheet of paper to share with your shoulder partner and cut it in half hot-dog style. Number from 1-20. Do NOT skip lines. Do NOT write on the quiz. You will pass the quiz and your paper forward in your row at the end of class.