I'm not a poet and I definitely know it. But if I were a 6th grader with the assignment to construct an acrostic describing someone I admire, it'd probably turn out like this:
Reads at the 88th grade level and
Excels at everything from brass to
Biscuits. At times exhibits
Eyeore-ish tendencies such as
Kumbaya loathing. Still she remains
A sparkling example of a
Housewife and mother supreme!
Happy birthday, Sister!
4 comments:
Ro, this is a little awkward but if no one else is going to say anything I guess it falls to me to point out that this poem doesn't rhyme.
Well, everyone knows that REALLY COOL poetry doesn't rhyme!
Grandma Jan, former high school English teacher
PS Before I got sidetracked defending the non-rhyming nature of the piece, I was about to comment:
"This is a lovely poem, a dear expression of sisterly affection, and it is an accurate exposition of the subject."
My best regards to both the poet and the recipient.
Grandma Jan
This poem is great. My mom said so. :-D
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