Either that or Lola has forgiven Cicada for yesterday's typing offense and moved on. In any case, here is her poem, written in collaboration with 7YOG, who has been coming over before school in the morning the last couple of days. I begged him to write me a poem, but he couldn't think of anything. Then Lola, with five minutes to go before it was time to leave, convinced him to help her crank this one out:
Pigs
Pigs are pink.
They are on the brink
Of being clean.
The 7YOG loves pink,
Not because its color is on minks,
But because pink
Is the color of pigs.
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