A Poet, I Know It

Remember my Ode To Teddy? You'll see here that my poetic voice hasn't changed much since elementary school...

Um, and what did I know of bars in 5th grade? And why do my poems always involve death?



A monkey saw a flea one day
and invited him to tea.
The monkey did not make him pay
but said "Dear flea, it's free!"

They had cake and coffee too
Then had meat and peas
The flea then said he must go home,
But he could not find his keys.

They weren't in his coat,
nor in his car,
then he remembered,
they were at the bar!

He ran to the bar,
bumped into a man,
Who had some hot water,
fresh out of the pan.

The water hit him,
Boy, was it hot!
Poor little flea,
died right on the spot!

- Suzanne Lewis, Grade 5, Rm 19