THE ADVENTURES OF JJ PICKLETOES

All this is new to me, both eating with a spoon, 

and singing. 

Well, poetry if you would call it that. 

You see while I am learning to eat with a spoon. sometimes people help me, I am also learning a thing called Free Verse, or Spoken Word.

Last weekend I spent a night at my grandma and grandpa’s house. 

It wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns. 

I knew that my parents had tricked me, and they were leaving me here. 

I spent a lot of time looking around for my parents even though I knew that they were out having fun, without me. 

I even stayed awake for several hours after 3 am just in case they would return. 

But really, I wanted just have grandpa carry me around for hours, and 

I thought it would be nice if him and I went for a little walk,

at 6am. 

I know that you can learn a lot of things from your grandparents, even if they are odd, really odd,  

I meant old, really old. 

This weekend I learnt about Free Verse and Spoken Word. 

This is the poetry I learnt as I was having my breakfast and getting some of it in my mouth. 

Here it goes. 

The song, the poem, the spoken word. 

Blueberries, Blueberries, 

I have them on my nose. 

Blueberries, Blueberries, 

I don’t want them on my toes. 

Blueberries, Blueberries, 

I see some on my chair. 

Blueberries, Blueberries, 

I don’t want any more, in my hair. 

Blueberries, Blueberries, 

I think I like apples better. 

WORD, 

Or is it WORD OUT? 

What do you think of that poem? 

Perhaps I will be a Longfellow, or a Harry Baker, even a William Shakespeare. 

Are you an underground poet? 

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