Trevor has a gumball machine in his room and it is one of his favorite things. A pack of boys come in daily to get their gumball fix. Today I cleaned out Trevor's backpack and ran across this poem he wrote. I had to laugh, it fits the scene very well.The Title is: Gumballs
By: Trevor Willis
Gumballs rushing to the top screaming for safety
Cling, clash, everyone STOP
Gumballs as bruised as a Sumo Wrestler
One ball gave up like a Sloth
Gumballs get gobbled up
It's someones tasty treat
3 comments:
Love the poem. I had grin on my face as I remember my days in the gumball room. Say hi to everyone!
Looks like Trevor has a talent to pursue. How wonderful to see the other side of Trev. He's a great young man, and I am so proud of him.
That is a great poem! I love it, so cute! Sounds like Cole's room. All the neighborhood kids run in there and fill their pockets up with gumballs. Sometimes they just come by for gumballs if they don't have time to stick around and play, haha!
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