In English class today, we had to write a poem to mimic Mr. Elton's "charade" in Emma. Here's the one Chungy and I wrote. See if you can get it. (Note: for those unfamiliar, the first couplet describes the first syllable, and the second couplet describes the second syllable. The second stanza describes the syllables together.)


The first, a conveyance for climbing the black.
I keep to dotted paths, though legs I may lack.
The next, a companion so faithful and true,
I follow my master and gnaw on his shoe.

Together, what marvelous comfort we bring.
We cushion your feet upon your entering.
Unnatural grass in a field in your den,
Not slate, brick, or hardwood, so who am I then?