A couple of years ago, my son had an assignment to write a poem for every letter of the alphabet. I recently came across some of his drafts, and found it enlightening, and wise, and funny. I decided to share it with you here. I hope you enjoy it even half as much as I did. Happy New Year!
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I don't know!!!
I do not know what to write.
What is wrong? What is right?
About my new cat's tiny bite?
About my sort of massive height?
About the ways of the world?
About at what age you are old?
About disgusting awful mold?
About how to keep at bay the cold?
About when not to do as told?
About children young and bold?
About the one weird useful bin?
About a fish and its fin?
About an awesome soccer win?
About wholphins and their kin?
I may not ever write again
(Now I know why authors drink gin)!
You know what?
I don't care!
You can eat my underwear!
And then throw at me a hare,
If I would once, ever have the right
To decide just not to write!
I love your son's poem. A Shel Silverstein in the making. :)
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ReplyDeletethankyou. thankyouverymuch.