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I have a 12 y.o brother who unfortunately had to acquire another pair of eyes recently. With the intention of cheering him up, I started calling him "my four-eye hottie". He didn't show the kind of appreciation I anticipated, but it does not matter. Here are two poems he wrote in 5th grade that I thought are sort of interesting.
There once was a robber in glasses That stole yellow gold in masses But he was so dumb That he couldn't sum Where was all the gold he stashes
I have a dish That had a fish But I did not eat it.
I have a plate, which holds a bone That came from a boar that moaned But I did not eat it.
I have a bowel That held cut onions-oh no But I did not cut it.
I do a job I joyfully sob Whenever money is on a table.
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