March 3, 2008-Future Poet?

I have what I call my "treasure chest" where I put some of the cuter things that grandkids have made for me or given to me. I don't have to say, I need to get a bigger one because I find myself wanting to keep everything. Anyway, I was going through it this afternoon and came across a poem that Braydon wrote last year for an assignment in Language Arts, (in my day, it was called English). He was 9. The students in his class were to write a poem all by themselves. I tried to scan it so I could put the paper, in his own handwriting, on my blog but it is written in pencil and it didn't scan very well. So, I am going to type it, spelling errors and all, because the spelling is as funny as the poem.

BOOGER
LOVE

By Braydon
McPherson

I love this little Booger

all shiny, green and black

You can hold it for a minet,

but I want my Booger back.

It stays right whar I put it,

It shur knows how to stick,

and if it gets too dry,

all it needs is a little lick.

I can hold it on my finger,

I can flick it in the air,

I can stick it underneathe a desk,

or put it on a chair.

I can make a ball and roll it,

just to see wich way it goes,

I love this Booger anywhar

except inside my nose.

What do you think? Future poet of this generation? I hope you got a chuckle out of it. I laughed all the while I typed it.