Original Poems by John and Me

With all the sickies around here, there is much vying for the spots on my lap.  And although my lap is somewhat more extensive than I'd like, it still cannot always accommodate the lap requirements of the feverish multitudes.

As I asked everyone to be still so I could sneak in a sip of coffee this morning, John's muse overcame him and he spouted the following

If you sit still

You will not spill.

I, still having a hard time totally letting go of the homeschool mentality, grabbed the "teaching moment" to talk about haiku poetry.

Kids on lap sit still

Hot coffee, cocoa, or tea

Will not spill on me

John said it didn't sound like good poetry.  Apparently my muse was insufficient.