Free Writing (Required Poem)
Down at the lake I saw a duck:
I wondered if it liked to
muck around in the pond.
And at the store Mom bought a ham,
But I don’t really give a …
Ma’am, I don’t like ham.
A miner works down in a pit—
I wonder where he takes a
bit of a break?
A mason works with stones and bricks.
Our locker room is full of
sticks for playing lacrosse.
My cousin wants to be a doc.
A bird that’s male is called a cock. (That’s not dirty, Mr. Stratford. You can look it up.)
For Halloween she was a witch.
The other days she’s just a
rich girl with lots of money for costumes.
My dad said I must mow the grass.
A donkey’s also called an ass. (Not dirty, either.)
And Mr. Stratford is the best:
He’ll see that this is all in jest.
(Not kidding. You are the best, Mr. Stratford, and I know I won’t get in trouble for this because that’s not how you roll. Is it? I did not write any bad words, and you can’t say I did.)