Joe asked that I write him a poem for the first day of school. He often writes them for me.
Here's what I wrote. And I mean every word.
Second grade with Mrs. Gustafson?
I hope it will be lots of fun.
I think no classmate of yours will be a newt.
So recently you were just a larva.
And now you have become a marva-
Lous young man. What a hoot!
Love, Dad
