Rhonda said, "Hal, Dylan wrote a poem in school about you. You should read it." She handed it to me.
Dylan walked up and hugged me, looking somber, and said, "I love you, Dad."
I tend to get a little misty when he does that.
So I read Dylan's creation. His assignment in his fifth-grade home room was to compose a seven-line poem. Here it is, just as I read it.
Snow as white as a rabbit
It's been quite the habit
That I go sleighing on a Saturday night
I gave myself quite a fright
When I heard a deathly howl
And I realized it was my dad Hal
Getting whipped on the butt by an owl
Rhonda and Dylan were so pleased with themselves when they saw my reaction. Sheesh, what a set up.
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LOL!!!!!!! Sounds like the 5th grader I live with! ahaha
LOVE THIS! He's a poet and he don't even know it. He's feet aren't small, they are Longfellows!
This brings to mind quite a visual!
Just sorta gets you right THERE, doesn't it?
At least it wasn't a limerick. :)
Oh, that boy of yours...he sure has a way with words. The visuals are quite entertaining.
That is priceless, my friend. Be sure and save it.
*wipes coffee from screen*
LOL
Pretty darn funny!
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