My Uncle Dave is a pirate.
He's the nicest man I know.
He sails upon the seven seas
and watches whale spouts blow.
I love to have him visit
with all the things he brings.
He gives me golden dinner plates
and jewel encrusted rings.
He has a teal green parrot
that sits right by his ear.
It speaks in fifteen languages
to squawk loudly, Feed me, Dear!
Uncle Dave says when I'm older
it will be his pleasure
to take me off to sea with him
so we can hunt for treasure.
What do you want to do when you grow up? Can you write a poem about that today? I ask that question, and all ready my brain is leaping to rhyme
Nurse with
worse, and
night writer with
fire fighter. I think it might be better for me to write the poem without rhyming. Oh, it is going to be a fun day for writing. Enjoy.
