A Poem by Abigail, age 7

I thought Abigail was in bed going to sleep. I was wrong. She was busy composing, and just brought down the fruits of her labor. May I present a poem by my daughter Abigail, age 7 (reproduced as accurately as possible).

Christmas Dinner

people are commy to Dine with us,
and evrywon is in a rush.
evrywon is glad were here,
evrywon sees the watter is shiny clere.
the wine is very yummy,
I want to fill my tummy.
the tukey is big and fat,
the turtey** is nice and flat.
the fruit is very good,
I should try some evreywon would.
the salled has lots of fruit inside,
evreywon dosint set food aside.
theirs lots of rice,
and oh the cake was very nice.

** Editor’s note: I had her clarify this word. It is ‘tortilla’.

2 Replies to “A Poem by Abigail, age 7”

  1. Way to go Abigail! Wonderful job. Your rhythm is perfect and your lines rhyme. What more can we ask from a budding poet?

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