Friday, December 11, 2020

In Descise

 My second grade grandson’s a writer,

His stories creative and fun,

With spelling that’s just as creative

As the story he’s joyfully spun.


Most often I’m quick to decipher

The words that I don’t understand 

But sometimes I’m stymied by letters

Not quite what the books would demand.


So today I resorted to asking 

What word was in front of my eyes.

The obvious answer (to someone)

Was, “Nana - of course, it’s disguise!”


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