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THEME STORY 3 - One Slice Left Poetry Lesson


All young poets - if you are finished reading Theme-Story 2 {Because I Came to School Hungry}, and you've written your second Theme-Story Poem, you are ready to begin Theme-Story 3 {One Slice Left}. After you've completed the story, follow the instructions below.


MEMBERS - Once you complete this Theme-Story lesson, remaining lessons will be emailed to you.


Slice of Pizza
"One Slice Left"

A Little Story by R. Renée Bembry



Mom said puddles of oil saturating the surface of pizza is evidence

that pizza is grotesquely fattening, so she only lets me eat it at fairs,

and parties, and stuff.


I say, “Oily. Foily.” I mean— come on. I’m just a kid. Maybe I should

be interested in fat, calories, and nutritional values. But I'd rather save those worries for when I grow up. Right now, I’m more into how food smells, tastes, and feels tumbling around in my mouth. And I’d been so ecstatic about having pizza after the game today; I spent three hours imagining spicy pepperoni sloshing about on my tongue.

Once the game ended, I loaded my gear into my baseball bag faster

than ever, thinking about circles of pepperoni more than our victory

over the visiting team. I hurried to wash my hands, but there was a

line at the boys’ bathroom.


This isn’t supposed to happen at the boys’ room. The girls’ bathroom.

Sure. But not the boys’. But someone had caused a clog. Water was

spilling all over the floor and was almost out the door by time the

janitor arrived.

I thought about going to the outhouse on the other side of the park. But I figured running over there and back would take just as long as waiting. So I waited. And I waited. And I waited until the custodian placed an out of order sign in the doorway. No one could go in. Not even to wash their hands. He’d turned off the water. Good grief!

I jetted to the other side of the park. Other kids had the same idea as me so I was glad I was a fast runner. I got there when there were only three boys waiting. By time I finished washing my hands, there were at least fifteen in line.

Not one was from my team I noticed as I ran passed them.

Soon I was approaching the picnic table with four large pizza boxes on it. My teammates were sitting at a table next to it laughing and pigging out. Even the three girls on my team had pizza lips by time I came to a breathless halt.

“The plates are over here,” said Team Mom.

“What took you so long?” asked Coach.

“I had to go to the other outhouse to wash my hands,” I panted.

“You could have washed your hands after you ate if you were worried

about them being clean,” he teased.

Saying nothing more, I grabbed a paper plate and lifted a pizza box flap.

One slice left. I grabbed it and opened another box.


“The other boxes are empty too,” smirked Janelle.

“You should have been here eating instead running around washing your hands,” laughed Derek.

Half the team laughed in agreement with him.

“That’s okay,” I pretended. “I was just checking. My mom doesn’t want me eating a lot of pizza anyway.”


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Young poets... As you write your third Theme-Story Poem, use the basic instructions  you learned in Lesson 1. Feel free to go back to that page for a review. It's a good idea  to refresh your memory when you're learning a new technique.

The main difference in writing a poem for Theme-Story 3 compared to the first and second Theme-Story Poems you wrote is the theme of the story is different. And just like before, the first thing you must do is figure out what the theme is. Then you will be ready to compose your poem.


Remember to let the poem represent your own thoughts and ideas while you keep it in line with the Theme-Story.


Once you're through writing, give your poem a title, and send your typed One Slice Left poem to: if you would like a free critique {Silly Mommy will critique the first Ten Theme-Story 3 poems for free!}

:  Kids, remember that creating poetry can help improve your overall writing ability. However, in addition to the instructions found on, Silly
Mommy must critique your poems. Of the many poems written about these Theme-Stories, none will be the same. Therefore, each poem will need its own personalized critique. So please understand,
your poems must be critiqued by Silly Mommy in order for you to take full advantage of this program. If you're not a Member yet, ask an adult to help you join. Free Critiques are offered for Theme-Story Poems and for Non-Theme Related Poems according to instructions on th
e Critiques Page.




Begin Poetry Workshop with Theme-Story 1 - Grasshopper



 Theme-Story 2 - To School Hungry



Theme-Story 3 - One Slice Left



Poetry Definitions

Poetry Protection Suggestion

Free Critiques