Branden's Turn

I don't have anything today (or the last couple of days, really!) so figured I'd fill in the space with a hilarious poem from Branden. We call him Eeyore and Pigpen (from Winnie the Pooh and Charlie Brown respectively, how can any of you NOT know that???) because he truly walks around all day, every day, thinking the sky is falling, but only on him, and he also has this dirty little cloud that goes with him, turning everything he touches into a sloppy, piggy little mess. He's a genius, absolutely brilliant. He's been solving math problems since he was THREE. He used to ask me, "Mom, what's 435 + 584?" and he would know the answer IN HIS HEAD within seconds. He would sit with a notebook and pen for hours writing math equations over and over for hours. We call him our Beautiful Mind child, and we're hoping the years of looking like a little homeless kid with dirty clothes and messy hair and food on his face pay off once he wins the Nobel Prize for SOMETHING brilliant!!! 


Anyway, this was a poem he had to write for his advanced literature class. He's 9, by the way. (All misspellings are his, obviously.)


Seels. Poem. 


The seel has no arms or legs.
It has a fin and that is all.
It cannot walk or crawl.
It can only paddle its fin to go across the ocean.
It zooms and zooms from place to place
They will not survive when the predator is near by.
Now the seel is gone forever.
Who will save him?


That's our boy!