Cat Hat We rode the train Oink as busy as a bee one couplet and one triplet Single line of words I ate a million French fries. the overall feeling of a poem a narrative poem that is sung Words do not have their literal meaning Sally sells seashells a letter assigned to each end of the line A poem without set rhyme or rhythm row, row, row your boat A group of lines in a poem diamond- shaped A poem that tells a story A poem that uses words to form pictures 5-7- 5 The voice of the poem The leaves danced in the street smell, sound, taste, sight, touch You’re a firework. The beat of a poem Cat Hat We rode the train Oink as busy as a bee one couplet and one triplet Single line of words I ate a million French fries. the overall feeling of a poem a narrative poem that is sung Words do not have their literal meaning Sally sells seashells a letter assigned to each end of the line A poem without set rhyme or rhythm row, row, row your boat A group of lines in a poem diamond- shaped A poem that tells a story A poem that uses words to form pictures 5-7- 5 The voice of the poem The leaves danced in the street smell, sound, taste, sight, touch You’re a firework. The beat of a poem
(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
Cat
Hat
We rode the train
Oink
as busy as a bee
one couplet and one triplet
Single line of words
I ate a million French fries.
the overall feeling of a poem
a narrative poem that is sung
Words do not have their literal meaning
Sally sells seashells
a letter assigned to each end of the line
A poem without set rhyme or rhythm
row, row, row your boat
A group of lines in a poem
diamond-shaped
A poem that tells a story
A poem that uses words to form pictures
5-7-5
The voice of the poem
The leaves danced in the street
smell, sound, taste, sight, touch
You’re a firework.
The beat of a poem