Third grade, age nine, owner of the crappiest haircut ever. Originally written for my friend on her birthday. As you can see, I really liked repetition.

Charming.

That may be the first time I ever heard grotesque rhymed with picturesque. I don’t think I even knew those words at nine years old, let alone write them in verse. []o)

Wow, it brings back many memories!

Sir Bic- Thanks! I had a pretty good vocabulary, but I also remember not being able to spell my name until the end of that year. :/

Dancer: Yes, yes it does… It brings back a certain memory, about a certain poem, that a certain girl wrote… I believe said poem was about chicken noodle soup and the effects of it on our bodies. Hahahahaha!!! Good times.