So on Wednesday evening, we had a wonderful poetry workshop for grades kindergarden to third. There, we wrote a poem all together. I figured we should put it up:
"Ooey Gooey: A Crazy Day at Camp"
Sweet, white, fluffy marshamallows.
It tastes like eating a cloud.
Slipping it on a stick,
It feels sticky with a twist.
Here it goes, into the fire
But-- OH NO!
The stick caught on
FIRE!
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