Definition #386 Child Poet

Annika11-15

Yesterday I asked four legged and six year old Annika to write a new poem:

Offer me banana;

I prefer Nana!

Her first went like this:

On

Off

Cough!

Second:

Bikes go fast!

Bikes go slow!

Annika! Oliver! Go go go!

Third:

Dust comes up

And swirls around

Creeps in back

And covers Zack!

Isn’t the brevity refreshing?

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