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Websites

http://www.rism.ac.th/ESweb/ITresources/gr35/gr4/unit5/42poetry/biography/Keng%20Aditya.htm

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenn_Nesbitt

http://www.poetry4kids.com/

Conclusion

This concludes our presentation on Kenn Nesbitt.

Kenn Nesbitt

Awards Kenn Nesbitt has won

Education

At the National University of San Diego

he majored in computer science

He has only won one award in his whole entire career as being a poet

He went to two different schools while he lived in Fresno

He went to John Muir and Kirk Elementary

school

Then he moved to San Diego and went to Pacific Beach Junior High

Then he went to two different high schools both that were in San Diego

He went to Misson Bay and La Jolla High School

He won the Childrens Poet Laureate in 2013

Kenns Poems

Kenn Nesbitt's childhood

He wrote his first poem when he was 7 years old

My teacher ate my homework

Which I thought was rather odd

He sniffed at it and smiled

With an approving sort of nod

He took a little nibble

Unusual but true

Then had a somewhat larger bite

And gave a thoughtful chew

I think he must of liked it

For he really went to town

he gubbled it with gusto

And he wolfed the whole thing down

He licked of all his fingers

Gave a burp and said "you pass"

I guess that's how they grade you

when you're in a cooking class.

I love to do the laundry.

I mean it. I don't mind

because I get to keep

whatever money I might find.

I know it sounds ridiculous.

I'm sure it must seem strange.

But every time I wash the clothes

I find some pocket change.

I found a dollar yesterday.

Today I found a ten.

I'm certain that tomorrow

I'll find money once again.

You see, I have a strategy.

(I guess that's what you call it.)

And sometimes I just accidentally

wash my father's wallet.

Kenn Nesbitt was an only child

My sister says she's sleepy,

that her energy is sapped.

She says she'd feel much better

if she climbed in bed and napped.

She says she feels so drowsy,

that she has to shut her eyes.

She just can't keep from closing them

no matter how she tries.

She's claims she's so exhausted

that she cannot stay awake.

She swears that she'll be useless

till she has a little break.

She says she needs to catch some Z's,

to hit the hay, to doze,

to hibernate, to dream,

to have a moment of repose.

I'm pretty sure she's faking

when she jumps in bed and snores.

This happens every time our mother

says to do her chores

Kenn Nesbitt Facts

He was born February 20,1962 in Berkeley, California USA

He is now 52 years old

He grew up in Fresno and San Diego, California

He now lives in Spokane, Washington with his his wife Ann, and two kids, Max and Madison

He has two mice, a dog, two cats and a goldfish

His full name is Kenn Aylward Nesbitt

Kenn's poems pt.2

Mackenzie put a whoopie cushion

on the teacher's chair.

Makayla told the teacher

that a bug was in her hair.

Alyssa brought an apple

with a purple gummy worm

and gave it to the teacher

just to see if she would squirm.

Elijah left a piece of plastic

dog doo on the floor,

and Vincent put some plastic vomit

in the teacher's drawer.

Amanda put a goldfish

in the teacher's drinking glass.

These April Fool's Day pranks

are ones that you could use in class.

Before you go and try them, though,

there's something I should mention:

The teacher wasn't fooling

when she put us in detention.

I'm digging for diamonds.

I'm digging for gold.

I'm digging for silver

that's shiny and cold.

I'm digging all day and

I'm digging all night.

I'm digging for rubies

all sparkling and bright.

I plan to get famous.

I plan to get rich

by digging up gemstones

in ditch after ditch.

And yet, from these ditches

I've dug in the ground,

there weren't any diamonds

or coins to be found.

I haven't got silver

or rubies, you see...

I just have my mom and dad

yelling at me.

For though I found nothing

from digging till dawn,

my parents found holes

where we once had a lawn.

My parents are making me crazy.

They're driving me utterly mad.

I'm mental because of my mother.

I'm losing it thanks to my dad.

My mom tells me, "Go do your homework,"

and dad's yelling, "Vacuum the floors!"

Then mom says, "Turn off the TV now,"

and dad hollers, "Finish your chores!"

With all of their grousing and griping,

my brain is beginning to hurt.

My dad's shouting, "Clean up the kitchen!"

My mom's saying, "Tuck in your shirt!"

I feel like I'm losing my marbles.

If I go bananas today,

then please give this note to my parents

when the funny farm takes me away.

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