Poetry Five Year Old Style

My son decided to write a poem, and at least he knows poetry is supposed to rhyme. We'll start working on sonnets soon.

In Spring I take walks
And play with blocks.

In Winter I do play
In the snow and frozen hay.

In the Summer there is (sic) flowers I do pick
And ice cream I do lick.

In the Fall the fall of Gaul
There are no leaves on Obelix at all.