by Sarah Buckley
My brother wouldn’t ask for teacher’s help
On a poem that was cheesy, he felt
Finally he sat down and tried
Wrote the Mother’s Day card in stride
We both learned his poems can make mom melt
My brother wouldn’t ask for teacher’s help
On a poem that was cheesy, he felt
Finally he sat down and tried
Wrote the Mother’s Day card in stride
We both learned his poems can make mom melt