Isaac learned about writing poetry in class. Here are a couple of my favorites; they just scream "SECOND GRADE BOY!":
The Eyeball Toast
Eww
Gross!
Who put eyeballs
in my toast?
Maybe the jelly
slid under the bed
and in his place
are eyeballs instead.
HMMM...
Strange.
But it's ok
that some things change.
Weapons
Swords, guns
daggers, too.
They are here
for me and you.
Cannons, tanks,
they're so loud.
When they hit,
they make a cloud.
They could just
blow up a tree,
and now they are
after me!
