The other day my dad sent me a poem I wrote when I was in Kindergarten in Lima, Peru. Read on and be amazed:
I used to be a tree of chocolate,
But now I am a blackboard of milk.
I used to be a pen of chocolate,
But now I am a table.
I used to be a basket,
But now I am a box.
I used to a shirt,
But now I am a hair.
I used to be a ball
But now I am a face of chocolate.
Isn’t that adorable? I wonder what I was trying to say. Apparently the writing prompt was to describe myself. Hm. I didn’t even like chocolate until I was in my 20s.
For posterity I am including the original below.
One reply to “Trees of Chocolate and Blackboards of Milk”
I remember that poem. It was pretty good.