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The reason I drew this symbol/picture is to show a comparison between the size of the trash to the size of the house. The main character, Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout, lets the trash pile up so high that it nearly touches the sky. In the picture, the garbage was so large that things go out of hand. People started fleeing because the trash filled homes, streets, & even the city.
The mood of the poem would be wild and crazy. The story had a lot of descriptive word play. And it also allowed the reader to be engaged in the life of Sarah. "She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans, candy the yams and spice the hams. And though her daddy would scream and shout, she simply would not take the garbage out." This shows us the mood of the relationship between the Dad, Sarah, and the garbage. As for the tone, for us, it seems playful and fun. It was an intriguing story as this shows, "The garbage reached across the state, from New York to the Golden Gate. And there, in the garbage she did hate, poor Sarah met an awful fate. That's unrealistic and that makes it hysterical.
The theme of the story, "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out" is to clean up after yourself. The authors 'lesson' to the readers is to not make a mess. Maybe so it over-exaggerates in the poem, but we think it has a good message. It alerts readers of the possible consequences or events that might just happen. "She simply would not take the garbage out. And so it piled up to the ceilings." The home was cluttered and there was practically no where to walk. "That it finally touched the sky. And all the neighbors moved away, and none of her friends would come to play." The author shows the outcome of what happened to Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stouts surroundings. She lost most of her 'friends'. We believe the poem was written to tell readers: CLEAN UP AND GET IT DONE.
Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout is about a young girl who is too lazy to take the garbage out. She doesn't enjoy doing work, so she allowed the trash to pile up in the house. Her father yelled and screamed about her not cleaning up, which still didn't make her change her mind. Things covered the floor, the walls, just everything, and once the trash got too gigantic it began to spew out of the house and spread across the states, all the way to Golden Gates. There she was so angry and filled with guilt, just because she didn't take the garbage out.
This poem is considered a dramatic poem because of the graphic details given. For example: "The garbage reached across the state, from New York to Golden Gate." It's dramatic because the garbage would never reach across the state. The garbage seems abnormally large in the poem.
We selected this poem because it's very graphic and it gives us a good message: take the garbage out. Our favorite line is, "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out." We chose this line because it opens up the whole poem. Also, it gives us background detail about Sarah. Not only us, but other kids can relate to it. When chores aren't done, consequences occur.
Alliteration: Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, Globs of gooey bubble gum
Symbolism: the detail about the trash that has piled up. Ex: Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, etc.
Imagery: Crusts of black burned buttered toasty
Irony: She didn't take the garbage out and it cause chaos.
Hyperbole: Ex- ...That it finally touched the sky; From New York to the Golden Gate.
Repetition: "Take the garbage out!"
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans, candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout, she simply would not take the garbage out. And so it piled up to the ceilings: coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas, chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor, it cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones, drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel, gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens, soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast, gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
The garbage rolled on down the hall, it raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney, rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry, curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fried and rancid meat, yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high that it finally touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away, and none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said, "OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late. . . the garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate. And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate, that I cannot now relate
Because the hour is much too late. But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!