Poem

This is my poem for Ms. Chaloux's class, they didn't want to let me transfer the poem from my personal to this new school blog so I had to retype it here. Enjoy!

Chair

Some have rough surfaces, and some have smooth surfaces, like freshly varnished wood.
Some smell like a fresh spring morning, others smell like Elmer's Glue
Some swivel like the hand of a clock, some are stationary like the Fort Knox
Some are shaped like an irregular L, and many have legs to support our weight and theirs
Oh! How, I love to sit in you chair!