by Nessa Morris
Ookey Booky was a worm,
a wise bookworm was he.
He sat upon an open book.
The child he did not see.
The child was looking for a book,
a book she had not read,
and when she shut the open book,
the wise bookworm was dead.
Warning: make sure you look before closing a book. Otherwise, you may end up with sticky pages. Eww! I hope everyone enjoyed the poem.
The winning word for Friday’s poem is “crayons” with two-thirds of the vote. I have to admit that I was so relieved the chosen word wasn’t chrysanthemum. Absolutely no one was cruel enough to vote for it. Thank you!
Below are the suggestions that you can vote on for next Monday’s poem. I actually received two similar suggestions: “dragons” and “dragon.” Since the plural of the word was submitted first, I decided to include that version on the poll, and if there are similar words in the future, I’ll do the same thing.