Inspired by a book of fun and silly poems given to Ryan for her birthday, she set out to write her own poem. With my help, here's what she came up with:
On a hill there was a house
and it was quite crooked.
In the house lived a mouse
who wore a hat as tall as the ceiling.
The funny thing about this house
was that it was on wheels.
The mouse drove the house around town
delivering lots of meals.
Pizzatown is full of people
eating pizza from a crooked house
delivered to them by a hat-wearing mouse
And they dance 'til their pants fall down.
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I read this poem to Ava earlier today and her eyes lit up and she throughout the day, she made up her own rhyming poems. Inspiration is a beautiful monster!
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