This Poem Was Written By Eli, Age 7,
(Assisted By An Ancient Mariner)

Wandering around the house,
Ole Man Nat, I found in bed,
Writing a poem on his tablet.

Invited in by the Ancient Mariner,
He offered me, a rare opportunity,
Join in, he said, two heads in beds
Are always better,
Especially when writing poetry!

The Poem:
The navy- colored deck umbrella,
Rocks back and fro,
Like a big sailboat,
Going in circles

Cloudy Sunday,
Just a pinch of blue,
Not enough to go outside,
So I am writing this bored poem

Glaring seas, small waves moving,
Gazing upon the bay,
Makes me tired and needy for
Body fuel,
It is after ten, and I have not had my
Breakfast yet!

Since I am already in bed,
Bring my breakfast to me,
Since someday I will be a
Father (and CIA agent too)
I might as well get used to it!

**At this point Eli split,
Cause breakfast was clearly
not going to be delivered.
While it was being set up,
Throwing a football to his dad,
Was preferable to completing his
Masterpiece.