Beth's third grade class hosted a "poetry party" this afternoon. The class recited poems as a class, and each student chose one poem to read to the audience. Even a few parents were brave enough to share their favorite poetry with the class! Beth was so excited about her day - but she was most excited that Daddy could join the fun! We're so blessed that Phil has the flexibility to come to special events at school during his work day. It makes it extra-special!
Here Beth reads her poem:
I'm Wrestling with an Octopus by Jack Prelutsky
I'm wrestling with an octopus and faring less than well,
one peek at my predicament should be enough to tell.
It held me in a hammerlock, then swept me off my feet,
I'm getting the impression that I simply can't compete.
I'd hoped that I could hold my own, but after just a while,
I ascertained I couldn't match an octopus's style.
It flipped me by a shoulder, and it latched onto a hip,
essentially that octopus has got me in its grip.
I tried assorted armlocks but invariably missed,
and now I'm in a headlock and it's clinging to my wrist.
It's wound around my ankles and it's wrapped around my chest -
when grappling with an octopus, I come out second best.
