Me:
Walking to school
Stepped on a crack
Stepped on another one
Sky turned black
Stepped on another
And the sky turned blue
What an odd thing for
The sky to do
My son, aged 4:
Daddy, I DON’T like that poem.
It makes me angry!
If you wrote it down for me on a piece of paper,
I would tear it into pieces.
If you gave it me in bed,
I’d bring it straight downstairs and
put it in the recycling!
(Too silly, and not enough dragons for his taste!)
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Ha! The vehemence of youth. I get that kind of thing, too.
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It did take me a little by surprise with his vehemence, hence recording it on my phone at the time! Guess I’ll have to write a dragon poem now 😊
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