Poem #8

Sully learned a new word;
he says it every day.
He says it during meal times.
He says it during play.

He says it to his father.
He says it to his brother.
He says it to the family cat.
He says it to his mother.

Sully learned a new word.
And yes, I think that's fine
But what a word, oh, this word:
Oh, enemy! "Mine!"


Yes, a poem about the spawn. There will likely be more. This is the junior spawn, a nearly two year old who has discovered the pleasures of "Mine!!!" He says lots of other things, but this is his favorite at the moment.

And it is a rhyming poem. So much for free verse.

And now I have the idea for my next poem already.