My friend Emily’s parents have one of her childhood poems framed in their downstairs bathroom. It’s so catchy you’ll be repeating it for days after a trip to the loo. It’s accented by an adorable, colorful flower scene.
Flowers
By Emily Rosenoff
Big flowers,
Little flowers,
Flowers everywhere.
I like to see them every day.
Here’s Nate’s most recent second grade poetry:
Haiku
By Nate Fucillo
A snake ate my face
Then it went into a hole
I sure miss my face
What do we think, frameable? I’m actually thinking it’s probably better he didn’t illustrate this one…