“Who Am I” ?
A rhyming poem by Kristen Helton and Joni Laney
I have no faces,
nor do I have any bases.
My shape is round,
and I am the nose of a clown.
I have no edges,
so be careful not to let me roll off ledges.
If you can guess me,
you will be great at Geometry.
By: A limerick by Chantel Fortescue and Stephanie Ragan
The longest side of a right triangle is the hypotenuse.
A lot of people ask “What’s its use?”
We use it to find the length of the sides,
And know where the right angle lies.
The remaining two angles are acute. None can be obtuse.
An acrostic poem
By: Kelsey McGraw and Wende Eller
Acrostic Poem by Britini L. Murray and Heather Stafford
T- Trial and Error
Y- Y axis and X axis
By: Heather Haynes & Anna Tugman
Get ready for:
You will love it!
By Caitie Alcorn & Susan Gibson
In geometry, there are many different shapes;
Some even wear super hero capes!
My favorite shape is a square because of its four right angles;
But, sometimes its cape gets all kinds of tangles!
All of the shapes have starred in many super hero tapes!
Acrostic Poem by Tyler Foster & Amy Sechler
By: Kimberlee Van Noy And Dani Martin
Graphing the shapes of our world!
Each shape is unique.
Obtuse, acute, and right angles.
Exact angle measurement.
Theorems make it all come together.
Reaching the end of the proofs.
YES, You can do it!
Acrostic Poem by Amanda Peters & Jessica Rehmeyer
Four sides on a square are all equal
Obtuse triangle has an angle between 90 and 180 degrees
Rays only have one end point the other end goes on forever
Multiply the length by the width to find the area of a shape
Undo the problem and try again
Linear pair has non-common sides that form a line
Angles, angles, angles show that the triangles are congruent
Supplementary angles can make 180 degrees with 2 or more!
Square I Am
An acrostic poem by Emily Lewis & Frances Whittington
S –Symmetrical you should know I am
Q – Quadrilateral is my other name
U – Usually you will see me every day
A – Angles of mine are always right!
R – Rectangle I am not
E – Equal you will find my measured sides which is why a rectangle I am not.
Narrative Poem by Natosha Brinkley & Genevieve Robbins
Hector hexagon and Archie arc were the bullies of Shape Street. The boys walked in parallel lines and turned at obtuse angles, scaring the little shapes away. They used protractors as skateboards around the neighborhood. They made the lives of the squares and circles hard beyond measurement.