FOUR EYE HOTTIE\'S poems

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.

[故意]

I have to say, he's quite brillient~~~ :))))) No wonder, even as a little baby, he was able to resist the temptation of the candies, stood on his ground and refused to call Fish the "pretty sis"~~~~ LOL~~~ : )))))))))