A poet in the making?

We waited in line for school to begin.

He followed the number-snake, twisting through the playground, hollering the numbers as he galloped towards playgroup.

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, THIRTY!” he shouted as he landed on the snake’s head.

“What rhymes with thirty, Bertie?” I enquired innocently.

(Can you see what I did there?)

He gave it a moment’s thought, before yelling…

… “EIGHT!”


6 comments on “A poet in the making?

  1. Susannah says:

    I LOVE these little snippets. πŸ˜‰

    And won’t it be great to be able to look back on all these little captured moments.

  2. erisian says:

    It will – it’s a journal of young life. (And with my Capricorn Moon I have a shocking memory, so it’s doubly useful!)
    Thank you, Susannah, for your open-hearted appreciation. πŸ™‚

  3. annie nijhius says:

    well doesn’t thirty rime with eight, he obviously has the same sense of riten ingerlish as i do. which is on a differing level to the majority of the population he is a real gem love him, and you all, loads

  4. Deborah says:

    Oh wonderful … and I’d forgotten all about number snakes! A definite poet in the making :o)

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