A little boy looks up at the leaves falling on the ground
He picks up a leave and attemps to put it in his mouth
No get that leaf out of your mouth say his mother
The little boy being Courious ask why mommy can't i eat leaf
She says there dirty and old get inside you'll catch a cold
The little boy wonders what a leaf taste like
Wet Cold Old what his mother said
But though he may never know what they taste like
He will always know his first attemp to eat leaf
Hmm... I think this needs work...
but it's decent. I find it amusing.
*Dr Wood*
That is a very good poem sounds like my son trying to eat everything he see's. Elliot you are a very good poet. Sarah