My kid is a literary genius. I’m convinced. He wrote a poem, unprompted, for his co-op writing assignment last week.
Hark, how Sam personified the hamburger and captured the digestive tract in poetic motion:
(Remember, he’s writing like he’s a hamburger being eaten.)
As I went down the tunnel of doom
Through the month of June,
I went down stomach
I thought I was in public.
I was chomped and lomped as I went down to the ground.
Then I was squooshed and mooshed to my surprise.
I went through somethin’
It was disgustin’.
Eat your heart out, dude.
And then digest it.
To the ground…