April is National Poetry Month. Mom likes this month, because she likes writing poems. Sometimes she writes poems about me. She has also written poems about monsters, an egg, fog, peas, a bear, a puppy named Simon, teachers, the dentist, and haircuts. And lots and lots more. She is a poetry freak.
Speaking of freaks, in honor of Poetry Month, Mom is writing a poem about my new toy. It’s a horrifying, scary battery operated hamster that rolls around in a mysterious, awful plastic ball.
Mom said, “Why are you hiding?” and “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of your new toy!” and “I want my $10 back!”
Here’s her poem….
Hamster in a ball, are you running or rolling?
I think I can use you when I practice bowling!
Hamster in a ball, with your feet made of wheels,
I cannot imagine how that plastic ball feels.
Hamster in a ball, are you sleeping or resting?
Is your battery dead, or are you just jesting?
Mom said I could write the last verse of the poem.
Hamster in a ball! OMG!! YOU ARE EVIL! GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM! I HATE YOU! STOP TRYING TO KILL ME!
What d’you know. This poetry writing is easier than it looks!