Nate’s second grade class seems to be deep into their trimester on poetry. Crazy that I remember learning about poetry in second grade, too— Mr. McGuire’s class. This week Nate decided to switch-up his format and proposed he “write a haiku.”
“Wow, OK…” was my response. “Remind me how a haiku works again?”
And the 5-7-5 finger counting begins…
So I’ve been inspired to write my own Tuesday haiku:
Weekend hair blow out.
Fifth new boss in five quarters.
Feels like being dumped.
Just want buttered tortillas.
At least my hair’s pretty.