My sister sent me a few of my nephew’s poems this afternoon. He’s doing the 2nd grade poetry unit at school. I absolutely love this “conversation poem” about making a “caseadias” (quesadillas 🥹):

What could I write a conversation poem about? The gossip in my classroom (students are dating, people!!!)? Going to the Apple store on a Tuesday evening?
It’s 9:45pm but I told myself I would slice…
So here goes:
Phoebe’s Greeting
You’re home? You’re home! Wait—let me bring you a toy!
Aw, what have you got there? Your bone?
Look at my bone!!!!!! Hear it squeak!
Hi, girl. Come here.
Butt rubs? 🥹😍🫠
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Aaaaand goodnight.

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