Yesterday was Poem in Your Pocket Day, part of the National Poetry Month celebration. I had something specific in mind that I wanted to post but couldn't find part of what I wanted to include; while tearing through boxes looking for it, I came across a "Poetry and Pictures" portfolio that I'd forgotten I had in my possession, which I think must be from third grade. I think my third grade teacher must have been using poetry to make us practice handwriting; there are about 25 poems with accompanying artwork inside. It seems that old wallpaper scraps were a primary art supply in my third grade classroom. And glitter.
Anyway. The point of the story is that one of the things inside the portfolio was this poem, which makes me giggle. More appropriate (and cheesier) than anything else I had in mind to help celebrate yesterday, that's for sure!
